He desperately wanted to feel better
Lose the hurt anger and hate
Go back to normal times
But his feelings were unshakable
Clinging to him with a vice like grip
They had taken over his body
An unwelcome invading army
Living inside him like a parasite
Dictating his thoughts
Leaving him powerless
He was just a passenger
On a runaway emotional train
Too dangerous to jump off
Equally afraid of the inevitable crash
He went into the bathroom
Splashing cool water on his face
It felt soothing
As he spread his fingers slightly apart
He caught sight of a reflected prisoner
Peering through the bars of his hands
His desperate eyes begging for release
As the mocking guards jeered
He seized the opportunity
Punching the mirror hard with his right fist
It shattered instantly but stayed on the wall
He followed through with a second punch
His left hand aimed at the largest slivers
More punches followed
The mirror was destroyed
Replaced by blood stains on the wall
The bars were no longer to be seen
The prisoner was long gone
The occupying emotional army drained from him
As his blood dripped from a thousand cuts
He quickly wrapped his hands in a towel
The price for freedom was high
He knew he would survive
His captors were no longer chasing him
Cheeky Monkey Poetry 