Ekphrastic #5
I feel the darkness of doubt
Heavy on my shoulders
The bars keep the light of life
From my hands
My ambitions left in my pockets
Reduced to a few coins
Some lint and a candy wrapper
But I keep patting them hoping for more
Each day filled with regret
Of not finding a way out of this room
Of course I know that there is a door
I just can't see it (nor do I try)
Instead I watch the birds fly
From this simple square
Cut into the walls
Of a room I built for myself
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