My prison
a place of safety
in my mind
long ago
shaped into a room of stone
self created shell
As I lie
the blackness condensed
having learned
nothing yet
plunging deeper into space
bleeding empty worlds
Curdled air
behind metal bars
still at night
deep in bed
pigmented rainbows puddled
old ideas hang dead
by Louise
Written for Onestoppoetry Monday Form ~ Shadorma 3/5/3/3/7/5
