Stuck Around Poem by Joanne Kearsey

Trapped in the walls that teach,
I no longer want o be here,
Stressed out, tired out
and spent out of energy,
I want peace back in your arms,
You are my comfort,
my release from this torture,
You are what I always look forward to
when I see your face within range,
Fallen from a place that was already hell
to a place where you are rarely found,
But every now and again i can firmly place
my feet on this chaotic and unjust ground