Waiting
They finally opened the door
but by then
my voice was already gone,
my sanity, too.
But I had a pen,
and a blank wall.
And I wrote my own escape.
All over the wall, repeating
one word over and over,
hope. hope. hope. -anonymous
Friday, September 08, 2006
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