death took him away
by ruth - Mar 07
Curled tight and small, as if cornered,
Observing my broken cellmate,
The four walls entrapping his tortured
soul. Eyes unbearably echoing pain.
Huge windows mocked his helplessness,
Revealing expanses of pure white snow.
He could not hide his longing, to press
against the cold-numbing icicles. Just out of reach.
Soon the snowflakes changed and drifted,
surrounding his defenceless self, slowly,
landing breezily on his body, so relieved.
Now completley and incandescently free.
I sit, curled tight and small, as if cornered,
Observing the same four empty walls,
Entrapping nothing but overly wandered
memories. My ordinary living room.
