Quickly pitting his wit

against an enemy

he reaches for his gun

the barrel is empty

the chamber clicks echo

 

Staggered staggering speed

as they close in he thinks

again which way to run

the white sedated walls

scream fear, shrinking backwards

 

A thorn through a window

whisperingly draws blood

as it strokes his cheek

reminding the senses

of motive for movement

 

Silent, steady, rushing

to his feet and his ears

louder, lurid, stronger

steadily the crashing

locates feeling again

 

Surge bursts to action

shot peripherally

escapes visionary

perception fading fast

finding holes to create

 

An exit exists near

the borderline white wall

the nearer it becomes

the more force is needed

legs become heavier

 

he drops to the floor