The continuous hum of the air conditioning unit
sings like a lullaby that feels familiar to my palette.
Caught in the bright arena of flashing lights,
a woman in a white coat pulls me to my feet.
She asks me questions in a robotic manner and
I am tempted to cycle my way towards a door
on the opposite side.
But i do not run,
because there is no way out of this.
YOU ARE READING
Starry night skies (completed)
PoetryUnder the canopy of a thousand stars, she found that her hands sang the words of her tender heart, the notes captured perfectly in pages that were stained a deep brown. cocooned in the embrace of a hundred constellations, ...
