Poem

Caught - Free

Now what? Is there something wrong? Did I miss something?

I feel strange, like I’m not suppose to be here. I’m not welcome.

Freezing, cold, in pain. That is how I feel.

Sour taste in my mouth.

A creaking sound is coming through. A nice sound, because I’m not getting wet.

It feels like hair – soft and like very small straws.

Like fresh air, nature and new mown grass.

I’m free again.

YEAH! HAHAHAH!