Tuesday, 7 August 2012

From before.


Blocked
And blocked
And out there
Somewhere
Thoughts
Trapped
Hiding
Blocked like ink from a dead pen
Like fish in nets from the freedom of the ocean
Like bears caught in a steel trap
Like your hand squeezed tight around my wrist
Blocked
Hopeless
No chance, someone whispers.


He just looks at them
And says
Fuck
That.

No comments:

Post a Comment