Bowl of Sorrow

Rum and Robots

Photo by Orlando Allo on Pexels.com – Poem Bowl of Sorrow by Joni Caggiano written on November 5, 2021

my eyes swollen, arousing now, the floor vanishes
hobby horse clings to a ceiling that does not exist
fragments of skin reek of fear, never ceasing
my heart is pounding, breathless for air
becoming that boney, big-eared child
you are no longer kind to me
pretending not to see
for I am caged
not free

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