trapped
inside a world
the little boy is screaming
the long road is streching out
infront of his
old sneakers.
they choked him enough
they deprived him
his curling hands can strech so much forward
into the air
the cool wet
suffocating air of loss.
There wasn't much to learn
There wasn't much of a way
The People all had their own
The ants on the cement each had a way
a load to carry
Dodging the sneakers.
On his old mans bruised feet.
Setepping onward
Always Onwards
Like The lord and the tool bearer.
And the words, they filled the sky
The walls climbed near eachother
For the viewing pleasure of the boy.
what he held was lost
under illusion of support
and the boy was lonely
he was nurturing his own paws
his medium rare wounds
a step on the walls
a step on the ceiling
the boy was hysterical
he was trapped.