emotionally dry

its there somewhere

deep down inside

it peaks out and gets scared

one drip one single drop

the reasons are wide

but nothing arrives

why cant i cry

emotionally dry

9 month sentence

stuck in this room

no view of flowers in bloom

can’t find the door

life is such an evil bore

not even an open window

never can feel the wind blow

want to get out of here

i know i’m stuck, that is my fear

if only there was a way out

i’d be free, no doubt

gonna find a crack

bust out and never look back

the door in the floor

becomes what im looking for

escape into the night

heightens the fear

its cold and dark

afraid to embark

journey will have to end

that door was only pretend

stuck in this room

the comfort of the womb