Escape
by Molly Anderson
For the last time
I drive by
It abandoned
For forever
Unwanted, Alone
Leaves abundant
Vines entangling
Themselves, confined
In the prison walls
Unending
A porter
Not carrying luggage
But the weight
Of his own thoughts
The real vines
Imprisoning him
In himself
His misery
His loneliness
No one there
To remember him
His face
His voice
Which no one ever heard
Alone
Just his thoughts
And myself
As I pass him
He is gone forever
No escape
From himself
by Molly Anderson
For the last time
I drive by
It abandoned
For forever
Unwanted, Alone
Leaves abundant
Vines entangling
Themselves, confined
In the prison walls
Unending
A porter
Not carrying luggage
But the weight
Of his own thoughts
The real vines
Imprisoning him
In himself
His misery
His loneliness
No one there
To remember him
His face
His voice
Which no one ever heard
Alone
Just his thoughts
And myself
As I pass him
He is gone forever
No escape
From himself
Molly Anderson is a student at Linganore High School and loves photography. She plays softball and is planning to do indoor track this winter as well. She would like to go into the military as a pilot when she graduates.
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