Poem - Confines

Idea came from a bathroom with a low ceiling….


 

I long for nothing more than confines.

No longer will a tether do.

Four walls, a low ceiling, a lock and perhaps even a key I can lose.

A light that will probably blow, a dull thud from somewhere outside and thick dust that hangs in the air.


I need that limitation.

I need the controllable.


An environment so manageable, a world defined.


But, it can not be.

So I must play my role.


Reach out, step out.

 

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