Trapped in a myriad
of memory's texture and scent,
I move objects cautiously
lest I cause an emotional avalanche.
A soundless cacophony
deafens my reason
as I grope my way past
stopped clocks and dusty picture frames
only to beat my wings against
the bent bars of a gilded bird cage.
Inspired by: Monday Musings: July 7, 2014 - Image Prompt
A Promise Kept
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2 comments:
This. With the photopromt. It really speaks to me!
Beautiful.
Thanks Eva... I've been struggling a bit lately. ;)
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