In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “In Due Time.”
I have to get out
Of this world, this country.
This weather, this city.
Out of this street, this sadness deep.
This building, this rising.
Out of this door, feet on the floor.
Step into some kind of movement,
out of this frozen predicament.
I have to get out of this kind of death
that repeats with realizing:
you are no longer here.