window exit


chairs on beach



From here I can see

the wonderful sea.

I step through the door

and stand at the shore.

The sand is soft beneath my feet.

I’m sure I’ve found a pleasant treat.

Then a metal door swipes across the sky,

removing the sunshine from the blue sky.

Trapped in a replica of my town,

I watch the sand turn a shade of brown.

The longed-for peace won’t be won

since I’ve trusted the wrong one.







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