I see you standing there Staring at the rushing water. The cement river flowing for the first time Since last February. Your clothes are so wet, theyβve become part of your skin Like an outer shell.
Your life is like A Hurricane. The windows are boarded up, but the wind And water still gets through. Eyes squeezed shut, You hug yourself - Screaming so loud that no one can hear.
Tears stream down your face They drop down into the grey water- Tears so big No one can see them. Nails that are bitten raw dig Dig into the railing thatβs keeping you on the surface.
Moved to a small white room with no windows For months and days and years. Fed only bread and water Through a tube. Writing small words on the white sheets Of your iron bed: Letmeout.