Fortress
Get up! Get out !
You're dying there,
The world is waiting , you're ripe for change.
What's keeping you there in those four walls?
Your rumination souring you like old milk .
You protest of the shackles that bind you .
You fool no one !
Clatter clank goes your heart ,
Palms slick as snail slime .
Thoughts racing like a freight train through your head to pounce -
The jackal is again triumphant , lurking in the back only to step in for the kill in the last moment.
You hang up your coat.
Shoulders stooped in defeat.
Fear has won again today.
- Author: Camille (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 9th, 2016 09:05
- Comment from author about the poem: Anyone who has suffered with agoraphobia as I did for a spell may understand this .
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 19
Comments1
Great poem Camille.
Thanks 😊
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