salvation

the hours are caged
while the world outside
continues to live
without her

occasionally she escapes
and though she walks
among the others,
she is not part of them

a mind too introspective
plans to grow outward
despite its innate nature
to look within

on the inside
she is screaming
but realizes that
no one can hear her

the world is flatter
than we originally
could have ever imagined
as so many live one sided

and God stands so tall
and dribbles our world
with such precision
hoping we'll rise higher

but we don't because
we've become so damned deflated
and forgotten how
to fill our lungs again

but mine are full
and breathing heavily
at the thought
of all the weight I carry

and I am waiting
for someone else
to offer to take over
at least a little of the load

I get so tired
so exhausted in thought
perpetual emotions where
there's always more to do

so much to do before the rising of the son...