A.W. Books & Poetry

Water levels rising

Doors sealed

I’m fighting,

Get me out of here.

Hands chained to the floor

I can’t reach the door,

Get me out of here.

Motif of misery

Where you go is despair

But I can’t escape

And I’m left gasping for air,

Get me out of here.

You said you know me

You don’t own me,

Get me out of here.

My screams are trapped

In bubbles that stick

To sealed glass

Underwater in a place

I once felt safe

Everything was fake,

Get me out of here.

~Annalise