Walking in the rain wondering how I got here,
The walls are closing in and all I can do is stare.
I don’t know if I’m looking up or down,
The darkness is so profound, it’s like I drown.
Like I’m suffocating in its embrace,
My chest contracts, the blood leaves my face.
Clawing at my chest I pray for a release,
I pray my mind rest in piece.
My one question is whether I desire a temporary escape
Or a permanent restructure of the entire estate.
© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016