Pluck me from this horrid place

Oh, please! One day may we find the key that fits!

Bird Flight

key in door

Pluck me from this horrid place that I have lived in for so long. No, not from my literal home with you, my love, but from the jail of its inner rooms.

You know the jail itself is solely in my brain. Outside with you are miles of beauty. And yet you only ever look through my jail window at me, saturated by grey and black. Though I do see a glimpse of the outside beauty past your face, it seems surreal and distant. Your face looks sad and frustrated. I kiss it through the jail window, but we both want more.

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3 thoughts on “Pluck me from this horrid place

  1. Tanya October 17, 2018 / 12:18 am

    So deep and profound, the mental chains we carry!

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