Marooned
Bound up, restrained
my skin's too tight,
I want to howl the moon.
I wring my hands
fright is my plight
ev'ning comes too soon.
Mirrors quiver
in ambient light
to an aged crone, I croon.
No where to run
at each twilight
alone, inside, marooned.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012
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