Poem: Escape Room – 28/05/20

Fingertips against the wall,
pressing, gouging,
wanting to get through,
but no way out.
I am aghast at this imprisonment –
four walls slowly caving in.
Like impending doom,
they inch in all around,
closer and closer,
it’s growing difficult to breathe.
Why this state of insanity?
Am I deserving of its encroachment?
My mental state,
my lack of solid coping mechanisms,
Why, how to survive,
this condition, this condition?
The walls now turn to nausea,
the sicker I become,
apprehensive glances of my own,
the walls’ will be done.
And now they smile,
they cackle,
they absorb my light –
Slumped in a lonesome corner,
left quietly to decay.

© 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
Image by StockSnap from Pixabay

Return to All Posts



  1. Drag me from the walls of black Remove my nails from the walk Screaming up the hall to vindicate all Cheering up all with my new found freedom Follow me onward and evermore into the deep blue

    DMW Hancock


    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s