Ceiling

It is so bland,

it does naught but stare

and glare

and entrap him,

could it not disappear?

And let his eyes embrace the sun

as it empowers him with golden might,

and let his gaze dance with the moon,

while the night twinkles in starry delight?

Ugly ceiling,

caging his being,

caging his feelings,

caging his meaning!

If nothing else

could it not fall?

Reviews

[MomzillaNC]

In a literal sense, it's totally true: ceilings are ugly. Poetically, it seems to be speaking of the limits we hem ourselves in with.