Le placard

In your room, you can be anything

but in that tomb, the darkness is frightening

with stale air hot and confining,

and all the lies slowly unwinding

Opening the door, with the slightest of ease

into the world, to do what you please

but always with a  nagging sense of doubt

traveling the least used route

Reaching for a hand, a momentary lapse of reason

truly cannot feel, for a disposable season

where feelings are spastic, and the world is plastic,

not exactly tripping the lights fantastic now...

I can live with finger pointing

who cares who is co-joining

too many stones to throw

too many windows shattered long ago

With age comes experience

and with experience complete indifference

hopeful to leave your suffocating room

to experience Life in glorious bloom

mathiasthom

written 9/13/19