Inside A Closed Room

this moment
someone feels the discomfort
of an enclosure

it used to be
a mode of security
a protection
from the harm that
the wind outside
may cause
on the skin

this moment
has become an imprisonment
the darkness waits
wanting to get in

the windows like eyes
want to see
what darkness brings

the enclosure takes in
but never gives up

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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