My Ticket Out

Friendships once delicious

Now turned stale

Intimacy— which was invigorating

Now holding the same energy and delivery

Of a sickly snail

 

Interests— previously exciting

That are no longer fun

A place that felt like home

Has become a web 

Thats overspun

 

When before

You would have fought to stay

Now you have the compulsion

To escape and run away

 

Who ever said that ‘to bail’

Meant ‘to fail?’

It took me time to figure out

That sometimes it’s needed

To  give yourself the ticket out