The Escapist

"The Open Door" by La Duque
(Deviant Art)

Within these four walls--

Like a box--

Unable to escape, to the rim

Where sparks of lightning stream

Flowing like a waterfall.

I question whether this is reality

Or is this my tamed mind?

Is all this scuffle and scattered

Paper all I need?

Like chalk outlines

Of an abstract mind I wonder

If I can create a hole

Breaking this fourth wall.

Maybe...

Harmonizing jingles rapture my mind

As a quizzical leap of faith bears near

Should I jump this bridge?

Or should I stand still as time?

I go back to my rippled paper.

Looking desperately, harshly

I focus my hand

And drizzle the nonsensical words.

These words that are wisdom

Falling through the night sky

Like stars gleam and fall

Down a perennial waterfall.

I will take that leap of faith

Moving forward through time

Like these words on paper

I will escape this box.

I crumple the page

Turning to the next

Like an open book

And jump...

Will I land on my feet

Like a cat of nine lives,

Or will I fall down the waterfall

To the depths of these four walls...

Will I escape?

I can see the rim drawing near

It opens like a pile of hands

Reaching for me to touch them

So I reach out for them

Just inches away it seems

So close

I can feel my heart stop

Everything turns black and white

Age is the enemy of man.

Forgetting is the worst part

Because when I reach for those hands

It is as a dream

I wake to see my crippled hands

To see my delicate, shaking hands

All those nonsensical words

Pile into one...

Escape.

Question: "What do you do to escape from the thoughts in your head?"