Captive

Location

11433
United States
40° 41' 59.2188" N, 73° 47' 9.7008" W

My heart is best decribed

as being a bird in a bottle,

with fleeting wings beating

against glass lungs.

 

It sits on the border

of yesterday's panic

and tomorrow's desperation,

awaiting the rush of release.

 

This is my nesting ground -

my distinct hiding space

to escape the world

with protection from prey.

 

Too enclosed to live,

my vessel holds no safety.

The narrow neck is encaged

with a plan to meet the end.

 

One final word could wedge the cork -

I'm prepared for suffocation.

 

Drown, small lark,

in your catastrophe.

We're filled with the venom

of a cruel anxiety.

 

Anxiety: forever part of me.

This poem is about: 
Me

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