Begging

Begging.

For so long I’ve been begging.

Banging on the door and calling out.

The more I scream though,

 the less I’m heard.

Locked up in this living cell,

I’m finding it hard to breathe. 

My tears fill up the room

And I’m terrified because I can’t swim.

Cracks appear in the wall

but my feelings are too big to slide through.

I assumed nothing could be worse than death, 

I took correction when to you, I ceased to be.

I see the light. 

Again.