Sara Jackson - Holman - Red Ink

These walls encroach upon me, silently approach me--
Loud in every way but without a sound.
Thoughts abound, time rewound this salt i taste makes me
Yearn to be free, yearn to see the light again.

The air bloated with greed for unreachable things,
Past your eyes i can’t trust--they’re so full of lust.
Fine words fall from your mouth like dust--
They’re pretty but i’m waiting for the rain ‘cause they’ll rust.

Words pulse like blood through the corridors of my heart;
They pulse and they pound, taking me worlds apart.
From my pen the red ink ebbs and flows--
My paper stained with my yearning to be free.

Fog falls like the gauzy smoke of cigarettes,
Reducing life’s vibrancy to a mere silhouette.
I watch the shapes shift--through the fog they sift--
Makes me yearn to breathe, yearn to see the sun again.