Release me out of this box.
On these four walls
Fists and fury.
Blood and sweat.
I am
All that way
And more.
Pushing and passing through.
A place to stay.
A land to stand.
I’ve lost control
And shifted to the bitter end.
A tiny hole to breathe
With every ounce
Of oxygen remaining.
Time is a waste,
A rotation of nothing.
This is it.
The tumbling down
And down the drain.
Locked inside.
Bars and mud,
A darkness without.
No way to change,
No where to stay.
Release me now.
I will hold tight
The last pound of madness,
For strength
And understanding.
Now, comes the enduring story,
How I will gain
As only one.
Left alone
To defend myself.
Within this surrounding storm,
My heart beats faster,
Ready to burst forth.
Way too late
To hide away
From you.
©2010 Torrence King. All rights reserved. From the poetry-art collection “The Story So Far...” _______________________________________
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