Cement House
Author: Pondering Red


living in
a concrete existance -
can't punch the walls -
can't punch these walls -
can't get that feeling out -
can't shout -
any thing -
your ears are blocked
with concrete.

i gag
on my stuffed expressions -
every couple of seasons a couple
of tears
slide down
my face,
then they freeze
into concrete ice -
fossilized tears.

i am tense -
jaw clenched
these days
with you milling around,
coughing in the background -

the leaves are almost blown away -
a stillness prevails out
my windows.
through the condensation -
silouettes of november branches
twitter - nervous city trees -
nervous me -

i am strong -
i have strength -
i composed the symphonys of this house -
i wrote the epics
that prevail -
i painted murals on the walls
that breathe on their own -
that breathe through the cement.

i chisel away at the rocks
of greyness -
like a prisoner slowly
building a tunnel.
i am starting to find
semi-precious stones
of amber and turquoise
that bring joy -
that melt the anger -
that please me !!!

and i keep
my way


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