Poetry Blogs (Agoraphobia)
The Cocoon
The curtains a cocoon
which I have outgrown
crushing me
though I dare not venture out
my wings maimed
by an internal eternity.
Some days they open
as the sunlight shines
and snow falls
yet it remains a parallel world
a door to an unfamiliar universe
remains locked.
Even inside plates pile up
like a porcelain possum
they pl...
Monday 21st January 2013 1:36 pm
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