Poems Escapes Posted by Jona Edwick on March 12, 2017March 14, 2017 With a mind half fried, A nosey itch, And my arms tied. I lay in a chair with a screaming mouth not taped. I quiet my fear when a glint of steel cuts near. I seize, This is my chance to escape. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related