The Escape

The chaos around him,

In the midst of confusion,

When everything he once clasped with affection was slipping between his fingers,

Cutting the palm wide open.

When he almost decided to reside in solitary,

Before his falling arms thumped his hip.

There was a grip,

A hand grasped his bloody hand,

Holding it tight,

Easing the pain.

He could no longer think of the other day.