The walls and the sickness
and the deathless persistence of disability
and the screens
and the porn
and the life struck by terror
as it searches in all directions
unable to find the sea.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The walls and the sickness
and the deathless persistence of disability
and the screens
and the porn
and the life struck by terror
as it searches in all directions
unable to find the sea.
This is good. You can “feel” trapped in the person’s mind…as I read it, I felt as if I was prone and motionless. Nicely done!
O! Hey…I commented on this one immediately after the marathon…and I like it again.
This is well done. Definite feeling of trapped desperation.