Escape

And he slowly takes the pen
His hand moves smoothly across the paper
The ink touching each atom of his white freedom
The words appear faintly and so feeble...
He's trying to feel what they say
Trying to fill the hole inside
Repeating them softly aloud
Convincing himself they will bring salvation
There is a momentary relief
Some silence in his mind
Pain dissolved in symbols
He knows it is never lasting
But it gives him comfort for now
Until he writes again...