Poetry Blogs (2016, subtle)
I am sat inside a box,
My fateful cage.
I push, I scream, I curse, I kick,
And yet...it stands still.
Mocking me with it's security.
It's steel surface scratches me with every movement,
resurging thoughts of bitter isolation;
It's cold chill reeling through my scrunched up bones,
Mocking me with it's unfeeling presence.
I long to feel warmth.
Thursday 1st September 2016 9:09 pm