Coffined


Standing at the window

trying to grab a few clouds

which smirk their disdain

for all caged things

 

Staring at the blank wall

trying to blot out

a cycle bell

ringing incessantly

in the past somewhere

 

Breathing in the faint whiff of  freedom

trying to relax into insanity

a balancing act on unsteady digits

with a finger hooked into death’s cosy crook

 

A thought creeps  outside the box

a million crawl helpless within

A prisoner lies gagged, bound

unwilling to be found and set free.

©Reena Prasad  2nd Sept 2012

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