Walls... The creature in my bedroom Hits against the dusty window Over and over again Hurling its tiny body Against the smooth glassy wall That connects my bedroom To the outside world Each time it bounces off It’s tones get higher Buzzing like a Camden tramp Directing its anger towards the invisible barrier What a cruel joke To allow this very small life To view the garden Just meters away Yet never allow it out to smell the April flowers I don’t know why I care It’s an imposture in my bedroom Disturbing my silence When all I want to do is lie here Empty of everything Instead I am obsessively watching this pointless creation Hitting the inevitable barrier Then naively going back for more I hope if I was ever in its position I would have the sense to turn the other way To live out my final hours content within the boundaries Of what must seem like a gigantic bedroom It’s hard to see the wood for the trees When you are in the trenches Maybe if I was more of a human I would direct it out of its glassy hell Maybe if I was more of a woman I could protect it from its inevitable ending On my window cill However I am feeling neither humanly or womanly today Instead I am enjoying my angry little cell mates company I watch it from my bed as it spends its last minutes Full of hope Bless its stupid little soul Wresting with the wall Then eventually surrendering On the wooden frame That is now the death pane No one will lay a flower for angry cruisader No one cries for the beast with no name Well these walls And these words are for you My friend The nameless creation That died by my window.
Posted on: Mon, 28 Apr 2014 18:35:52 +0000
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