How fast <br />Must I flee to <br />Escape the gravity <br />Of this rough, hard, damned lovely thing <br />Called life? <br /> <br />Hard place, <br />Rock, me between <br />Decisions must be made <br />In a strong place that won’t change with <br />The world. <br /> <br />Quiet, <br />A cold place where <br />I see but none see me. <br />Perfection: green rock, holey not <br />Holy. <br /> <br />Too cold <br />To stay out, but <br />Inside I feel like I’m <br />Dying; I feel like I’m dying <br />Inside. <br /> <br />So out <br />I stay, curled in <br />Cold, hard, shell-like green stone. <br />Touching nothing but smooth nothing, <br />I’m free.<br /><br />Maya Reid<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/escape-velocity-3/
