Expired Poem by Logan Rheinst

The joy expired,
and a week has passed.
I want to get out,
and I want to go fast.

Out of this place,
and into your arms.
Where I’ll be safe.
Escaping all harms.

Being without you for just one more day,
makes me want to leave
from this land of rot,
filth, and decay.

I’m buried,
under a boulder of disappointment.
Bound at the wrists,
to wooden stakes of splintered dreams.

There’s no end in site,
for this ache I feel.
The pains in my back,
were just beginning to heal.

Alas I will sit
in my pity and sulk.
For I’m far too weak
and have just given up.