Exit

by kushal dave

Through the veil of comfort,
beyond the mask of pleasure,
the cold stone walls are visible,
gray and beyond measure.

Boxed in,
trapped inside,
claustraphobic,
damp eyes wide-

With fear,
for the exit is not plain,
there is but a window,
a transparent glass pane.

In order to get out,
to leave this lonely, forlorn place,
you must tear your skin,
upon the glass, when hurtling through space.

To weigh benefits would be unwise,
feverish emotions start to rise,
boiling over and in a flash,
outside, with a bleeding gash-

But there is no pain,
but that of delight,
and you stride, you walk,
into the light.