A story

A story

O….my mind
It’s a prison
Which I am tucked within
I know who saved my heart
Who saves my mind
Who will break these locks
Behind these old walls of lust, lies and depression. I sit
I look out the window to see…
There stands a beautiful girl crying
I look , I can’t break to help her
But than I realize ….she is helping me
Each tear breaks away a little bit of the wall
It has collapsed!!! I have escaped!!!
But there is a problem I cant reach her
She is to far away
We look at each other and nod
In her engaging eyes I see someday

By
Leland McDougal