Monday, February 01, 2016

Asylum

There is no escape.
I cannot get out.
My arms are bound to my sides.
I am trapped by my padded surroundings.
I feel warm and safe, but I cannot stay here.
I do not belong here.
There is no escape.
I must get out.
My life is not in here.
I must escape.
I must throw off the covers that bind me.
I must get out of bed.



Just a little poem I wrote the other morning. I don’t often write poetry, especially ones without rhyming.


Oh, and don’t read it from bottom to top. It defeats the purpose of this motivational poem.





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3 comments:

  1. So, have you managed to get yourself out of bed yet?

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    1. Haha, yes! Actually, I've been using the last two lines to get myself out of bed almost every morning since I wrote it.

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  2. So, have you managed to get yourself out of bed yet?

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