The Four Walls Of Existence

I am locked in my four walls

I hear a serenade for my abandoned soul

nobody wants to talk to me

yet I have to make these calls;

others swear, depreciate, laugh at me

I am not myself there, but here;

here I exist

when no one is looking over my shoulder

I can communicate freely

what my entrails have to say

to come out of the pain

where I am only myself here, not there

yet everything I try to say

disappears behind the veil

of yesterday’s and today’s feed

without bringing nourishment within

just an imaginary view

of what I want to achieve

when I finally let go

of all my enemies

and dispense my poems like unwanted kids

always in my womb

produced solely on my own

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originally published at https://medium.com

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