Thursday, January 17, 2013

Stir Crazy

Well, Christmas has come and gone. It didn't inspire me to write. However, today I went stir crazy. And guess what? I wrote a poem.


Stir Crazy

By Candace Shultz

Pressure builds in my chest.
Anger burns in my veins.
Tears threaten to spill down my cheeks.

I can’t sit still,
So I pace the floors
As screams echo in my head.

Day in, day out, it’s all the same.
The walls are my prison bars,
The windows pictures of a faraway land.

And I’ve lost the key to the door.


I feel a little bit better now.