My large bed with only me to fill it, I’m lost in my sheets.
My cramped room with no central air, I can’t breath.
The rubble of my freedom lay strewn around my feet.
I don’t know what’s more disturbing to me;
That my life can fit in these small square feet,
or that I left my freedom behind me,
dangling off a tree,
dead, swinging in the breeze.
The most uncomfortable feeling is my own body heat.
Second, would be…
Failing and failing to see.