Open Window

Years pressed deep down under the thumb
I crawl out slowly hand against the sun
Twenty years internment
Is enough for anyone

The fumes of my drunk captor
Held me by the throat
I lost my ears, my eyes, my soul, my voice
Each second survived became my drink of choice

Such a pittance is no reward
Living one hour at a time
So I leap through to tomorrow
My song my words my saving rhyme

Grab my hand why don’t you follow
Forgive forget and gather round
The open window whoops and hollers
I’ll race you to that sound