At the moment when I broke down,
Praying to a god that kept ghosting me,
They sent a sign from the universe-
A boy just as broken as me,
Lost and aimless in a lonely world,
Not built for soft words or happy secrets,
Wandering in search of the unfamiliar
Anything to aid a prison break.
I was not built for running from myself;
I will take punishment for my crimes.
Inevitably sharing the same cell,
I was too honest about how easy it is
To escape between the bars and bricks
To see if he was ready to leave with me,
Ready to stay if he were to only ask.
The plan was a straight shot for freedom,
As exciting and foolproof as a parachute,
Only dangerous with a lack determination.
He broke down walls to the outside
With passion as destructive as a bomb,
For us to make a break for it.
I reached for the barbed wire and bled,
Scraping myself over fences I could jump,
Slowing myself down so he would not have to
Worry about if I would be by his side.
Dropping to the other side alone,
He walked right back into the prison,
Into the locked box I found him in.
On the borders of now or never,
With my prayer remaining unanswered,
I knelt to pray for the boy instead.
"Help him find happiness in his own trap,
A prison of his own choice and mind,
So one day he will know how the sun feels."
My body soaked into the dirt as I left,
Knowing I would never need to pray again.
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