Monday 9 May 2011

Something In Comfort

Draw the curtains and don't let the light escape
through the exposed window just to your right.
Lock away the darkness and prying eyes,
leave the busybodies to the dark of night.

Close the doors softly before the wind slams
when they are left blowing slightly ajar.
Lock in the sound of soothing melody
and block out the shrill voices from afar.

In your private cage, you are now unbound,
locked in your mind and locked out of the world.
and should chance arise for you to escape,
you'd lie in your cell, contentedly curled.

These bars that surround are your own designs
but there's something in comfort that confines.


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