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Darren’s Room

 

A window to a wall

a dull council grey that exists nowhere in nature

a few square feet of glass

dividing what is inside from the wider world

retina thin and translucent

letting in the march gloom

half-illuminating his mind

a forty watt light not enough to set a fire

but yet too much for ignorance

too much for quiet blissful darkness

the embers are smouldering

burning black holes

in his face

in his brain 

in his soul

he feels that soul move

a half-hearted heart beat

a foetus kick in the belly of his self

that is why he broke

that is why he beat

that is why he scream

that is why he drank the poison

that is why he snorted the dust

that is why

he can not articulate

he can not voice the pain in whispers or words

he can not imagine the images in colours

the smoke from the ash is too thick

chokes his eyes

makes blind the metaphors he would

sing from his sore throat

and deafens the song he would paint on the wall

a window in a wall to a wall

he can only see through it

to what is really there

he can not see past it

not today

on his own

not ever 

Steve Downes 2013. 

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