Wisps of nothingness – a poem

I see –

Curls of smoke, clear

Grey wisps of nothingness,

Listless, transparence condenses

To bars of metal cage

Around me.

 

I write letters –

swirling ink, dancing figures,

Memories, wisps of nothingness,

Solid form, shadowed touch silently

Touches the edges of my

Consciousness.

 

I bite my tongue –

Willing pain to awaken me,

cold flesh, fast heart, yet my thoughts –

Wisps of nothingness,

And I –

Hear noises as if through walls,

See people as if through bars

am I trapped

Am I?

 

 

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