Through My Eyes

Photo by Nick Kenrick

I lie in the concrete box of my bedroom
inside the mausoleum of my childhood house
with no means of escape

My body is as heavy as a corpse
my gaze is mostly fixed, still I hear
the mocking flick of leaves on the asphalt outside

You come to visit with frozen smiles
I must endure your grasping, childish ramblings
as if my intellectual prowess is diminished

Little do you know the universe rains stars in my mind
as I lie here statue-like, unable to communicate,
how impending...