Easy way out

or running from reality

Call it what you like

am in quicksand

And yet it’s me

who wanted it all

Followed the prescription

to earn this life


Why then

this loneliness, joylessness; no freedom

Achievements tying me down

dragging at the throat

Am almost out of breathe

Desperate enough to take the exit route.


Cleopatra Chipo Kuuya ©  2013