I Must Get Out: March 2023

Master of disaster,

stuck in plaster.

Sinking as it hardens,

I dream of gardens.

Peaceful oasis,

away from this stasis.

Problems stacking,

I need to be packing,

preparing to take leave,

finally, reprieve.

A crow in a box,

a fox on watch,

mouth full of socks,

unable to scream,

injured and alone,

wings sewn.

To return to the clouds,

but the darkness shrouds,

closes in,

patience, paper thin.

Chances of escape,

feeling dim,

all since I went out,

on a limb.

Full of doubt,

I shout and cry,

please, let me say goodbye.