it's been like this
but i woke up one day
& i felt like i was on another planet
i didn't connect with any humans
their faces transformed
they were like the insides of the walls
dark, narrow & full of sharp
incoming nails
but the sunrise was the worst
it used to bring joy
but suddenly its arms
were menacing
they placed each of my cells
in a vice-like headlock
& squeezed to the point
of suffocation
i've learned to live like this
constantly snagged by nails
& breathing like a fish
in a bucket
always waiting for night
when i no longer gasp
& i can dream
of my old home
2 comments:
so sad and full of despair, but a very good write.
Excellent!! This hits one of my favorite themes in your poetry, Mr. Plath - that cosmic couch in the abyss.
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