105: help seems to be the hardest word

the door is firm and locked tight,
the windows high and grilled shut;

if i jumped high enough to peer outside,

   i'd see you waving.

if i listened hard enough through the cracks,
   i'd hear some sounds.

i know you're out there.
i know you're calling me.

"come out"

i can't.

i'm not sure where the key is.
i'm not sure if i can leave
or if i even should.

it's too bright and noisy out there.

hey.

would you like to come inside?

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one of those days