A Foot Away

Staring out a foot away,

But the frozen time

Holds me in place.

I can reach out,

Touch them,

Not even an arm’s length apart.

But time stands still,

Forbidding my wishes.

 

Trapped in a crystal prison,

Seeing out,

But cannot leave.

They’re so close.

Yet far away.

And do they even see me?

The crystals might distort their vision,

Hiding me from all to see.

 

Time resumes,

The prison shatters,

Free at last,

With all the time in the world.

But instead I run away,

Exhausted already.

I haven’t said a thing.

I’ll try again another day.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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