May 31, 2004
-
an epitah…on usurped…freedom
that once…was
no more room
I checked out
the room I had
now cramped
for personal space
or expression
as baggage now filled
the emptiness
of a reality
that felt squeezed
and uncomfortable
devoid of values
its freedoms…cramped
as the new…
moves in
I must go
turning my back
on what was
closing doors
behind me…
I move on…
