Rumour had it
I might want to leave
this room,
a cell, shaped
like a cage
as the sun tries
to punch light
through my window;
light that I don’t want
here nursing the dark
A melting pot of paint, poetry and philosophy
A melting pot of paint, poetry and philosophy
Rumour had it
I might want to leave
this room,
a cell, shaped
like a cage
as the sun tries
to punch light
through my window;
light that I don’t want
here nursing the dark
