Escapist
Escapist
A sudden blur phases.
He sprints, dashing with a panting breathe,
With chains locked to his wrists.
A masking wind sighs.
Flashes of light wavers around,
With a spasm of flickers.
Blaring shouts echo, reverberating.
They search meticulously.
He is hindered by a barricade,
But doesn't think and writhes his way through,
With metal thorns sinking deep,
He opens up, exposing.
Yet he nears the exit,
Close to regaining his lost vision,
No longer needing to abide by the heinous rules,
Finally, rid of being that pavement, that road.
...
Finally, he left his room.
But it's strange.
Lighting was the same.
Air smells, feels the same.
He looks down, and the chains still hang.