I run my fingers over the titanium
Feeling the hard,
Cold, surface
My fingers skim the spikes
Drawing blood
I watch it drip
Drip...
Drip...
There's an opening up top
Going above the walls
Will there be a way down?
Will it all have been for nothing?
Will I have to swim in my own blood to find out?
No ladder to escape...
Just spikes...
The spikes I can't grasp
Either to thick or to thing
To long or to short
My fingers search for something
A hope for getting out
My hands bleed more
I don't feel it
I'm to numb
I pray to find something
But always come up empty...
-E.G.
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Poetrythis story is for anyone who wanta to read it... it might be a trigger warning to some sensitive people. I'm sensitive. this is my life. it may spund like drama... but its all true. This is my life in the form of poems. Heart felt meaningful poems...
