Out
Please, someone get me
out
Railroad tracks stretching for miles
Why are they the only ones who are placed here
and make their way out?
Babies,
so many
too many
teenage mothers
so many,
too many
Empty streets
"for sale" signs
hung on broken dreams
Why are we among them?
We didn't choose this,
it chose us.
Visitors say "Quaint"
"Cute"
"Homely"
I say "Trap"
"Cage"
"Death"
Someone
Let me
Out
This cycle of chains
of bonds of poverty
Of a father behind a frier
making food for the greedy
but unable to get any to his own
table
The faces
the most haunting
the friends
Who are left behind
who become coal miners
who remain behind the peeling picket fences
who live to wander the streets
just looking for some dreams for sale
The friends
who wait for the results
who cry themselves to sleep
knowing they won't live much longer
he swears he feels the disease already eating him
worst birthday ever
My room
Is not a room
but another cage
My high school
is not a school
but a holding cell
Failures and burnouts,
extinguished like an old cigarette
an ember of hope remains
Until it is crushed under the foot
of Linton
I am not meant for this place
I swear
I will get out
I will wait until the door opens
Or I will open it myself
Then
I will run
Run away
Get out
Run until my lungs burst
until my feet fall off
Until I bash the doorframe
I will hold my dreams close
and not drop them
will not let them shatter along the wayside
like all the others
Until then
I sit in the darkness
I wait behind the peeling picket fence
But in my mind I am running
and I am screaming
Somebody
Anybody
Get
Me
Out
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