like a wounded bird caged
inside your closed palms,
i huddle and lie here,
within the four corners
of this womb-like chamber,
where everything is gloomy dark
and all my nightmares lurk
in every space.
here, i reside within my thoughts,
where all my youthful dreams
have been cast aside to make way
for macabre views of the world.
where cynicism and apathy
are drugs that fuel
my every waking moment – my senses
all wracked in unimaginable pain.