Escape (Ontvlugting) Poem by Wynand Johannes Louw

These four walls, so big and empty,
like the space left behind
when they stood up and walked away.

Watching these raindrops fall
like the tears I cried for you...
seeing a little spark of light
come along every now and then
that brightens up the loving gray skies
that are left behind when they all left and gone.

Seeing these flowers standing there,
dying slowly like me; thrown away
once they seemed to lose their appeal
and end up having to die a lonesome,
fearful death filled with these
uncertainties that plague our
mindless, ruthless society
of automaton bureaucrat.

Staring at the tiny spider in its web,
squeezing its guts out once it
had made eye contact with me,
feeling a sudden rush of slight pleasure
for what I had been able to inflict
on the poor defenseless critter...
Much as I myself seem to be
around people that had touched my heart.
This heart of flowers and rain and lighting and spiders...