Stuck in a prison cell
Bars made of bitterness
The guards all asleep
But the key, it is just out of reach
They are heavy sleepers
As long as I am careful
I can get out
Tick, tick, tick
The time ticks, ticks by
Chip, chip, chip
The wall gets chipped, chipped away
The smallest bit of light brightens the cell
I peek through the little hole I made
A mountain with snow and a gold star peeking over the summit
Trees of blue, green, yellow, and white
They have fuzzy pink fruits and strong, unending roots
I continue to pick and break the wall until there's a gap big enough for me to crawl
My limbs inch forward slow, my knees and shins getting scraped by the rubble below
The wind brushes my hair behind my ears as my fingertips reach the cold, green grass
A castle rises in front of me, and as I'm almost there, they wake up
The guards, the guards, I forgot that they were there
Their hands grip my ankles and pull
The scratches on my knees turn to gashes
Dust and grit infecting my blood and my body
They pull me out and lock me up
My hands are chained as are my legs
The hole is still wide open
Waiting there, tempting me
I want to escape, but I can't
Each time I inch towards the door
They lock me up farther away from it
The door to my peace, the door to my paradise
I am an artist, I wish I were one of escape
I want to be free of their busy work
But instead I am stuck here
An artist who can't escape
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Hope in the Dark
PuisiA collection of poems about experiences and thoughts I've had in the few years I've been alive. Some are recent pieces, others are from middle school. This collection is somewhat in order, and I leave in the older ones in to show other young writers...
