Out of Place, a poem by Aaysid at Spillwords.com
Ian Keefe

Out of Place

Out of Place

written by: Aaysid


I sleep
With the windows open,
Curtains pulled off
From the rusty rails
The faint glow of the moon
Does not get in.

I walk
With the prison gates open
Inside the rooms
Conjured up from memory,
Not a soul moves out
Not a soul moves in.

I watch
Out of a still life painting,
The bland reality unfolds
And quietly percolates through
Places-shaped holes in people
Not fitting in.

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