• allyssa05 13w

    Trapped

    I suppose,
    The tick of time,
    Came knocking at your door.

    I suppose,
    You thought of the end,
    That you felt misery and impatience.

    I suppose,
    You missed the light comfort,
    Of music in your ears.

    I suppose,
    You ran away,
    Back into the arms of your past.

    I suppose,
    You cried with relief,
    When the ticking stopped.

    I suppose,
    You stayed still,
    Years and years after that.

    I suppose,
    You have forgotten,
    The bitter taste of freedom.

    I suppose,
    I was insignificant,
    To you and your escapade.

    I suppose,
    We are both trapped,
    Until the sun rises tomorrow.
    ©allyssa05