Escape

What do you do when someone rips your heart out?

Would you scream and shout?

What if they threw it away?

Then everything turns black and gray.

WOW! This is fucking cliché.

I sit here and drink my beer.

I’m drowned in my fears, my eyes brimmed with tears.

Oh, the pain.

It’s like I’m trapped with chains.

I sit and think of love.

But I finally realize that I’m free…like a dove.