Glass Casket (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #17)   Leave a comment

A prisoner in my own glass casket
Allowed to observe, but not interact
Air inside continues to get thinner
As my thoughts coalesce and fade away
I start to drift throughout beams of sunlight
As the clock chimes and it’s hands start to slow
I breathe in deep; my eyes finally close
And I relax, having now found my peace

– SR Romney

Posted 04/17/2020 by Shay in National Poetry Writing Month 2020

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