Realm of No-Escape
Kept here, stuck like a stiff wooden post. The answer laying at my feet, Defeated man, inglorious, Injury born from love. Step on the stones of redemption, Whose path circles into a foggy, foramen, Pain in the body. Whose destination makes: space in solitude. Breath of winter air, And cool rain. Spring blooms within. I am a valley of red tulips. I am a young boy, his wonderment: Whose hill, and glory, and new day, Is breaking over.