The Four Corners
this four-cornered cave, i’ve been calling my home
the sun has dried up
and left bleached like a bone
this bone i’ve been living in, like an old woman’s shoe
but i have no children
and i have nothing to do
this deed that i’ve done, it has been done for me
but I was condemned
and condemned to be free
this freedom is nothing, not like freedom at all
i sit staring at shadows
shadows play on the walls
Copyright © Justin Aptaker | Year Posted 2019
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