Jail

I am stuck. Let me out. I want to be outside. I want to be away. I want to be away from this dark room. A dark stinky damp cage smells stingy like blood, piss and sweat. All I think of is a shiny blade. A clean cut. A 10 min suffering to ultimate freedom. An ultimate release from this hell hole. Sometimes I wish the jailer would let me out himself because I don’t want to be a rule breaker, but he wouldn’t let me go. What does one do then? Everyday I wish that there will a thump at the gate. At the door and after a few ments of panic I would be free. A few moments of panic and chaps and fear followed by acceptance and finally th wait as I leave this dark damp cell and fly into the bright light of the day and see my love receiving me with a smile. I can’t wait to leave this jail, jail that is my body.