No Escape

Empty walls, no escape.
Hunted mind, sleepless nights.
The wet ones, they come and go as they please.
They have no time nor place.
They have drained me.
No, they have drained us.
The four walls box us in.
Our tounges open as the wet ones fall.
Our stomachs ache from emptiness.
Our only dream is to see the sun again.
Or maybe it is my dream alone.


what are your thoughts on this? what does this mean to you?

-by Tilisa Mlondani 

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