The Talon
FlatliningWednesday, May 30, 2012 By McKenna Barney
Girl alone in the cold, dark alleyway no one around her lost in the cruel, cold world only herself to talk to everything she could imagine yet left with nothing, nothing at all holding herself hostage from everything no boundaries yet too many walls clouds overhead, a storm brewing trying to run, nowhere to hide nothing can save her now yet she keeps running in vain, she tries escaping her own mind - - no door no way out a slip, a fall thrown into the dark so much misunderstood and yet all perfectly clear while the thunder rolls, rumbling she sees the end off in the distance hopelessly running, but never nearing a dance, between prisoner and her cage the world taunts, teasing its weak prey no way to escape it when all along her captor has just been herself the key was thrown far away the lock clicked lost but no one knows - - - - - |