Monday, March 14, 2016

My concrete cell

There is a concrete cell wherein I'm constantly trapped.
I've been clawing at the edifice of all of my broken dreams.
And the hard door won't budge and it muffles my screams.

There are scratch marks all along the concrete in my cell.
My fingers are bloodied daily as I try to get out.

Yet, there is no way out. There is no exit.