Doors and Walls

The prison key of precious jade
Locked doors of duty finely made.
Love arrived, revised the spell.
The doors survived. The walls though fell.

I Look Down

From my window
I look down, look down
At the iniquitous world spread out below me
I look down, look down
I see the curst world, but it doesn’t see me

Walls

Walls
We live in

Walls
Claustrophobic

Prison

The same old room
I’m waking up again
Windows offer no relief
I’m edged toward the end

My skin’s a book of sorrow
Composed of empty lines
Story of a withered youth
A story of decline

The Jungle ..

A wood like all

and I am imprisoned

between the long legs

and the fallen stems

which breaks under my feet