Books Whisper

In the buzzing of chatter in the room

A single soul attempts to escape their gloom

Others laugh, talk, and worry

But she is in no hurry

Instead of discussing events and gossip

She engulfs her mind and sound into a trip

The pen in hand and paper before her

She finally stands as the creator

Tired of the corrupted environment

She slowly retreats, distant

People wonder only for a moment

But turn away as she is resistant

Brushing off their shallow concerns

From that so called humanity she turns

Into her world of thought and lines

Into the world for which she pines

All secrets and inner thoughts revealed

When once they laid locked up and sealed

Her once numbed heart silenced and still

Picks up pace to match the words’ trill

Her race against herself, humanity, and time

Appears before her in prose and rhyme

Bound together for all to see

Are the books that whisper to me

Fleeting Jailbird

Fleeting footsteps fall

Upon pavement in the hall

Steady sounds pounding

Barefoot and running

Looking back for none

Heading towards the sun

Despite the angry clamors

Behind you from the slammers

Never going back

To the voided black

Bare and alone

Nothing but a pile of bones

Hunger has eaten flesh away

Solitary emptiness has led mind astray

Driven to the brinks of insanity

The silent killer in humanity

The roaring barks of canines

Fiercely on your tail, malign

Along with the whistles and shouts

Of guards alerting the other scouts

You push further towards the gates

Key to your freedom and your straits

The bars that kept you in captivity

Now towards them is your proclivity

Must get out and as far from here

To start a new life without such fear

Wrongly accused of doing such crimes

But not a word heard through evil times

Feet pound constant upon rocky earth

Apathetic to nature’s mirth

Sharp stones cut jaggedly into skin

Leaving bloody stains where you’ve been

The sweat upon your brow descends

Along your cheek it transcends

Meeting an end at your chapped lips

The saltiness stinging like slashes of whips

Flick of the tongue rids the saline sweat

Yet inside you continue to fret

The dryness of your mouth growing

But you keep on going

Past the iron gateway

That caged you in, for you to decay

Into the world grandiose

Full of choices in immeasurable doses

But all that matters in this moment

Is to get to that extent

Legs tiring out, but will pushes on

Fleeing into the horizon, gone

Creating a new identity

Living in peace and serenity

Absent from the ominous confines

Of a cell darker than the deepest mines