Feet First Rest Left

Feet First

Always trying to escape never works. My feet are out, but the rest are in my head go through the rest of my hands are free, but the rest are in the same dark, dark place.  There’s no escape, even when free for, bars are always surrounding. Captured but blaming of the bars they became the focus of my escape, but deep inside the realization that these bars could easily just be imagined, the fact that they are there is an excuse to ignore the real ones.  There is a fear that in the escape an overwhelming loss and realization will occur, so the attempt and failure is reassuring.