The Sunday Muse # 191
Fearful, doubtful
Through and through
An outcast.
Skin permeates
In deep oceans
As a pariah out on a prowl.
People are objects
Detested and tested
In tiny cells of curtains.
How ugly can one become
Within the chains of closed doors.
A catastrophe dances
Inside and outside
Isn't that how it has been
for the past few years?
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This really catches at me, the small catastrophes that grow larger and larger but which we still try to keep small and individual.
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ReplyDeleteIndeed my friend. Always glad to see you at the Muse!
ReplyDeleteThis is a great poem and I love how you ended complete thoughts with periods! Season's Greetings!!!!
ReplyDeleteNice atmospheric poem. May 2022 break us out from our cages.
ReplyDeleteI love "tiny cells of curtains". Makes me think of an ER. That's how crazy this year has made me.
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