Trapped

Rebekka Worden
Sep 3, 2018 · 1 min read

I’d run away

to the nearest plane,

that could take me to the farthest place,

that could bring me

to the highest high,

that I won’t ever come down from.

I’d run away

to the nearest boat,

that could sail me to the sandiest island,

that could warm me

so I can’t be cold,

and my hair would smell like seaside.

I’d run away

to the nearest train,

that could take me to a different time,

that could teach me

what it means to smile,

so I’m never burdened by tears.

I’d run away

to whatever could

take me from this awful dark place,

that could save me

from the sad inside,

but I can’t. Because I’m trapped.