Poetry 7.6

Pause.

Would you call it an opportunity?

There is something there,

Right in front of you.

You never thought about it before.

But then the walls weren’t pressing in all around you

The ground wasn’t swallowing you whole constantly

Escape didn’t look so out of reach

But now an option hooks your attention

Like a fishing line

It doesn’t shine like a dream come true

A tempting poison offering a sinister way out

An end to the twisted reality

But it is also a stop to everything else.

You become nothing.

Would you call it an opportunity?

Opportunity to nothing.