::Escape::
I look again to see what time it is.
Only a minute has passed, and I can feel the anxiety pulsing through me.
I feel the present clawing my spirit.
I am counting the seconds of my life, and each one feels longer than the last.
I cannot be here. When will this be done?
I am almost to the end when I can lay down and sleep again.
My heart pounds, and I am choking.
A fresh pain turns violent, bringing me to the ground.
Is this what it feels like to be defeated?
Nothing concrete to fight, and I am fleeing for my life.
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