The Poet’s Corner #1: Isolation

Bugs, crawling along my skin,
Disappearing before I can catch a glance.
Trapped, locked within a bin,
While I dream of adventures in France.

I watch the world, but it doesn’t watch back,
I sit motionless as time passes me.
The walls are closing in,
The air seems to escape my lungs.

So many things have changed,
So much, yet I remain the same.
I claw at the walls, yearning for the light,
Hoping to feel its warm embrace.

Just when the darkness seems to consume me,
A warm hand grips me.
My eyes adjust, and I stare into true beauty,
And feeling loves embrace, I am free.

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