Sun 13 July 2014 | -- (permalink)
I'm in a ditch.
a minute ago
the path stretched out
before me gleaming
yellow
now the ditch mud
and tears slime
trying to climb out
desperation,
I forget
to escape I must stop
trying, not squirm
from the mud
accept that tears shall slime
seemingly steep walls
know there is no crawling out
I can only stand
proud, tall, strong
feel the confines
unconfined, taste mud
salt, let it return
rehydrate.
stop scrabbling
at slippery walls
and they vanish
I'm out, firmly on
yellow bricks below
then remember what
I forgot.
something...
no, somebody
no wonder it
felt cramped
feels cramped