Four Grey WallsA Poem by Phill Oz O'feeI need inspiration...Four Grey Walls This vestibule self isolation retreat Crumbles creative contemplations And new imaginations grow obsolete Increasingly fuelling my frustrations There is little inspiration from staring At these four grey walls I’m encased In fact it’s now imperiously despairing My idioms a flat broth of toxic waste The glass portal outlook to my garden Now atoll refuge in this plastered plain Gives comfortingly relief from burdens And stops my mind going fully insane Nature’s regularity during abnormality Gives a glimmer of hope to my heart With reminder that steadfast rationality May give innovative writing a jumpstart Thus again I sit typing at my keyboard Scraping prose from cracking partitions And teasing out feelings yet unexplored To contemplate even more expositions Copyright @ Phillozofee 2020 © 2020 Phill Oz O'feeFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on October 2, 2020 Last Updated on October 2, 2020 AuthorPhill Oz O'feeWinchester, Hampshire, England, United KingdomAboutI am caught in a time spiral of confusion; that period we all experience between birth and death. Somewhere inside hides a poet, writer, lyricist and/or whatever, laying dormant and suppressed by s.. more..Writing
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