Wednesday 12 May 2021

poem for lock-down

 


at every turn
feeling
bricked-up
bricked-up
broken
down
stuck in the ground
lost
not found
 
fleeting
fear
floating
flotsam
at every turn
bricked-up
bricked-up
ground down
 
they're crowding me in
they're crowding me out
these dreams
these words
this vestigial spinning world
locked-up
locked-down

I'm just 
bricked-up
bricked-up
broken
ground
 







 













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