Caged

Sometimes in this cozy room

my feet get cold,

I feel the shivers travel,

right through my heart,

into the silent soul.

The eyes fail to make anything,

it is all white, everywhere,

distant noises fade away,

quieter, every passing day

silence overtakes them, the

screams that rage inside of me.

I look around and see nothing

I look around and see me

away, at a distant time

sitting, standing, restless; eyes

transfixed on the Lote tree.

Wrestling the body,

the soul sets free,

falling, standing, crawling,

its way to the Tree.

Fading colors,

flickering images,

everything transforms

white is black

my crestfallen soul

in despair, giving in

returns back to its Cage.

 

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