Tip of the Tongue

Tip of the Tongue

Sunday, 16 February 2014

I Cannot See Through The Glass

My room has no walls,
Only those that confine me.
My room has no windows,
Not even ones that let me see.

This room is an empty shell.
Never a house but not a home.
Flat; pulse, home or both?
Tranquil hell. So much space.

1 comment:

alex said...

really nice one peter!! :) love it!