Stuck

Hey guys it's Sabrina Black ever feel like the past has caught up to you or caged you in. This piece describes that is is difficult to leave the past but you gotta ask your self that question why hang on to the past it's just a piece of trash to be thrown away.


“Past”

This room is cold
There is no life
No dreams of comfort
No air to breath ​
It's dark and I am weary
Wood creaks and rocks
Scratching along the walls
Death knocks on the door
My body’s paralyzed
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
No more days
To laugh and play
Time to leave this world of gray
~Sabrina Black