Untitled by Becca Nordseth
I am trapped within this barricade
Blocking me from the outside world
It looks harsh as it stands there stationary
I sigh at its strong stance
Because I know it’s unbreakable
It tastes of confinement and enclosure
As I touch this thing that is prohibiting my escape
I feel sharp prickly wood that pokes into my skin
It feels strong and sturdy
When I inhale I can smell my lack of freedom
I listen to this object
It is quiet, with nothing to say
Its silence stares back at me
And laughs at my enclosure
This thing makes me feel stuck and caged
It gives me a strong urge to escape
This object will block me from the outside world.
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