that nightmare you fear to tread
that wakes you from a deep, deep sleep
thoughts roaming the halls of your head.
That place that creates a panic
of “will I ever be whole again?”
mirrors reflecting naked truths
silent screams through your mouth in vain.
“Where are my shoes?” eyes opening wide.
“run…” this is more than simple discontent
“run…” your feet push and implore you
but they are firmly stuck in dried cement.
The floor begins to melt
and you know you have run out of time
can no one see
this is most definitely a crime.
“Run…” as far and as fast as you are able
when your breath isn’t one of many chores
only stop when you can breathe completely
and pain no longer squats pounding out or your pores.
your feet are screaming at you “Why are you only standing there?”
while you sink further into the depths of despair.
“but how can I…” The cement falls away
you see the open door in front of you
a light of hope in your heart makes you sway.
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