DAY SIX

*knock*
*knock*
*knock*
…
If that who I think it is,
I think I’m gonna be pissed
Scratch that
I am pissed
You don’t wake me up, at four in the morning
By banging on my door
Screaming “HEY!!”
“OPEN THE FREAKING DOOR!!”
…
Roll over and continue to dream

DAY SEVEN

[Do you think less of me]
[are you afraid of what I am]
[now that you know my secret]
[you’ve shut me away in a box]
[and shoved me back in the closet]

DAY EIGHT
Another day
Another mark on the wall
Another notch on the stick
Another page off the calendar
Another grain of sand through the hourglass

What fun is life
If all you do is count the days?

DAY EIGHT
Stuck in my prison still
Just wanting to see the light
More light than the crack that shines
The closed doors
That aren’t sealed
Locked
But not sealed

DAY NINE

Freedom
At last
Air flows through my hair
And past my finger tips
As I sway
And pound
And stomp
And rock
And lean
{Beat Pulses}
{Through me}
{Letting me}
>>>LIVE<<<
<<<FREE>>>

Want to comment on this Poetry? Sign up to Edit Red and you will be able to comment on Poetry and get access to: Upload your own stories and poems, get readers and their feedback, promote your work...