inward and inside

1/25/2004 7:16 PM

my cheeks rest against the wood
i've been in here for so long

moist lips brush against the rough grain
i push upwards and look

at the cracks and lines
hints of clouded sunshine
beams of silver light from somewhere
somewhere long ago

i warm as i remember
days not so cold
rooms not so dark,
musk-filled, and heavy boarded

isolation is never answers
inward and inside is never freedom

but still...
loving never afforded me
such a coffin