Confinement

Folder: 
2009

I grow to the sunlight

not the damp and dark

the mold and Clorox

fighting in my sink

No- I grow to the window

and a long forgotten breeze

but there's a lock there

on my door now

crumbs on the counter

and cobwebs I can't reach

lying naked in the hallway

carpet burns my cheek

Yes- there's a lock there

on my door now

flies burned into fluorescent light

see their wings beat

and the silence it unnerves me-

sounds of a visionary going blind

Life toppling onto life

dirty clothes heaped on my floor

feeling somehow less than human

taking pills to make me sleep

Author's Notes/Comments: 

used to be two separate poems and i attempted to merge them. not sure if that was a good idea or not. not quite how i want it to flow.

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Afzal Shauq's picture

lovely write and much meaningful