Escape

I’ve clawed at every wall
These wounded limbs of mine
Hardly able to carry me or even crawl

I moved through silent scenes
Cutting out the rivers on the lines
Searching for what this aching means

The water can drown in this private hell
Gravity pushing me down
Ever filling in this well

Stoic Poetry

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