Haiku #24

by tangledsentiments

They say that this is no joke. No laughing matter. A trap. A hell hole. A window-less prison. But I’ve never been more serious. I wouldnt mind being stuck in an inescapable cell if it meant being able to have your hand to hold in the dark. Always. As I walk towards you, know that the look on my face, so easily misconstrued as fatal fear, is excitement. Paired with the fear that I might never be able to make you as blissful as you have made me. But if this means a lifetime to spend proving it. So be it. Shackles never felt so comforting.