no prisoners
They take your
mind, your trust
your heart.
"It is ours," they
say, "you may
not have it
anymore."
Imminent domain:
the foetid sickness
that squeeze the
soul.
That assaults
the self after
all the hugs,
the kisses
the hate.
...No:
F all that:
I've finally
realized that
it's my life -
and I'm taking
it back.
__________________________________________________ ___
It is happening
again
I am five once more
maddened,
confused.
These walls are all
wrong, so is the
room: the only
thing which calms
me is a
thick sunbeam
shining on dust motes dancing
beside voile-draped windows.
They anchor
my rapidly
beating heart;
I gaze at them,
assured that
not all is will
but something is.
Even though you
can almost never
tell.
It's been over
thirty
years. But
the same perplexity
and panic
assail me lately.
I can't contain the
frustration -
gazing around
this house at a
trunk, a lamp
keysonthefloordishesonthestoveWH
Y??!mybodyscreams
why do my eyes not
stop until they
see objects?
why can't i see
space?
where are the
colors that i
know should
fill it?
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