Get up! Get out!
You’re dying there,
The world is waiting, you’re ripe for change.
What’s keeping you there in those four walls?
Your rumination souring you like old milk.
You protest of the shackles that bind you.
You fool no one!
Clatter clank goes your heart,
Palms slick as snail slime.
Thoughts racing like a freight train through your head to pounce!
The jackal is again triumphant, lurking in the back only to step in for the kill in the last moment.
You hang up your coat.
Shoulders stooped in defeat.
Fear has won again today.