Can I breathe?
Cause the air reeks of sterility.
The coldness shatters me
Like a slate of ice
Slapped against a slab of
concrete.
Poetry recedes from graceful
gestures
And human nature
Is a pungent seizure.
My spirit sinks
Into a well of rustic
dysfunction,
A picture squeezed
Thru a projector of delusion.
I exhale
Making the vacancy of peace
obvious.
A tearful tale
As individual character
rusts.
Darkness is a fold of
blankets
So thick you can almost cut
thru.
Am I going off on a tangent
Or am I being used?
And abused by tragic
properties
Till I'm run aground like an
embattled ship?
Desperately, I despair for
release
From this recession that
holds me captive.
Akpan
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