Prison of Sighs
April 17, 2017
I
am
falling off
the edge
no longer
well balanced
in the center
of commitment
I teeter
for ever
catching
myself
before toppling
over
into
familiar
black
now
on
the rising time
I aspire
to pull
myself
up
to climb
the mossy slick
walls
of resistance
find
finger holds
to grip
intention
my
one hundred
obligatory
words
written
on the wall
have not
sunk
in
Only
my chalk
stained
fingers
cracked cuticles
covered in
old
white
corporal
dust
remind me
betray me
My print
the only
evidence
lingering
on what I touch
no matter
how
hard
I scour and scrub
with the block
I am given
I cannot see
the clean slate
Day 17 - Inspired by the prompt to write a poem based on a Nocturne.
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