NO OUTLET

             NO OUTLET 

Life goes on,so they say...

She’s stranded on an imaginary island

She yells for help but only sees waves

Every breath brings forth tension

Each exhale feels interrupted;

She must keep breathing

Where She’s going,She knows not

Feels like She’s going in circles

Her chest feels heavy,

while her eyes swell with tears

Could death be her only escape

There’s no escape for her;

only the end for her

Even the beginning was the end,for her.

The pain spreads like wildfire;

with each beat of her heart,

spreads fury,heartache,and regret

No way She can escape this pain,

She could live it;she takes a deep breath and gazes above