Author's Note: This is a poem I wrote to get something new on my blog, since Mr. Johnson was nagging us about it for a couple days. I got the inspiration for this piece from writers block, and had been wanting to write something about it for a while now, so it felt good to get it out. I haven't done something of this format ever, so that is a little experimental, and I ended very abruptly, which felt weird at first, but it really works well with this poem. Enjoy!
A wall.
Your cage--
You try to lock me in.
My breath--
It fades.
Too close to my own skin.
I see no light--
My world is gone.
Your tricks have been well played.
You blur the lines--
Of right and wrong
The edges become frayed.
One more time--
I try to shout.
To get me out of here.
The walls--
They shake, crumble and fall
The outside world is clear.
