trapped inside
an upturned glass jar
screeching for help
yet no one hears me.
fluttering to get out
yet no one sees me.
no one soothes
this panic
no one understands
this feeling
of being trapped.
tossing and turning
in this unearthly hour
sleep becomes
another distant lover.
7 comments:
When this moth envisions what can be outside this jar, what does it see?
God!!
this trapped moth is doing wonders!!!
There is nothing like running your toes through the sand...awesome capture and beautiful poem!
wonderful :-)
I understand.
And care.
And send you love.
-Jennifer
Your poem reaches to my soul and resonates on something in my past.
It's amazing that awesome creativity can be found in the difficult times.
Keep creating.
this poor little moth could it not be a marvelous fairy ?
http://www.puzzlepuzzles.net/puzzle-de-capitaine-crochet-contemplant-son-prisonniere-la-fee-clochette_1109.html
Hope it is better now
Hugs
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