I am a circle
enclosing myself
in little shells
of my
own creation
I am a zone
concluding myself
to
trite locations.
I limp to the beat
of crooked arrows
tossed irreverently
into my back.
Hollow question marks
mar my sight.
I cannot feel
what I
cannot see.
I am a territory
restricting myself
from wild imagination.
I am silence
nailing myself
into a corner.
I am a distance
without
a bridge to
connect me
to anyone.
I am a distance without a
I am a distance
without
a bridge to
connent me
to anyone.
nice, maybe your
the smart one...
Any way you are
an excellent
writer.
heather
enjoy your work.