One day I found myself
In a rather odd predicament.
I was standing in the middle of a windowless locked room
With a land mine on the floor
Beneath my shoe.
As it had not detonated upon
My initial tread
I dreaded what may occur
If I were to move.
I stood there a while
Contemplaiting my situation nervously
When a thought occurred to me.
I ripped of the sleeve of my shirt
And carefully slid it
Beneath the land mine
Which, as forementioned
Was under my boot.
I then removed my pen
From my pocket
Ever so carefully
As I was sweating profusely
And didn't wish to drop it.
I next fashioned a crude tourniquet
Between my boot and the mine
Making sure there was enough pressure
To simulate my weight.
I then breathed deeply
And proceeded to cautiously
Remove the offending footwear.
My heart beat echoed in the walls
Of my cement cell
The sweat was dripping into my eyes
As tears rolled down to my mouth.
At last I succeeded
I took a seat along the wall
And stared at that boot
Which would have been my end.
I thanked god
Though I'm certain
He had no hand in this situation.
I slept for a while
Hoping my captor would return
I sat there for days
Nearing delerium
Keeping conversations with myself
To keep me sane.
I think I was still sane
Till the day we started arguing.
"throw the boot at the door,"
I interjected,
"it is your only hope for escape."
"But this room is contained,"
I replied,
"In the vaccuum I will surely die."
But against half my will
Half mad,
I got up the strength and courage
To throw the boot at the door.
I stood by the wall opposite
And threw with all my might
At the lock that kept me prisoner.
A flash of light
And suddenly I was free
And suddenly
I ceased to be.
