Cocoon

Silent regression to the
web of years past
still soul-clambering to
break open the mask-
and strip myself free and naked
of societies stifling conformity-cast.

Cocooned in a catatonic hush
I whisper words never spoken
The epitomized victim
of the latest, fastest rush-
my echo-eyes barely holding
a spirit saddened, broken..

then, clutching my knees,
I keep a steady rhythm.

They knock upon my door and shout,

but only I have the key to my prison,

and I intend to keep them all out.

Cocoon

Karen01

Cape Town, South Africa

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