Escape

I stay here on the ground
Writhing in pain
Old wounds opening up
I need another chance

I need a way for escape
These wounds
I thought them forever gone
I thought that I would finally be left alone.

Then he came up to me
Without a word. He placed in my hands.
A way out. A way to escape.
I decided, that I did not want to take it.

That path of escape
I did not wish to take.
So even now.
I wait.

I search
I long
I beg
For a way to escape.