Fishpond

I’ve never been outside, he said

Never seen the pseudo blinding light

darkness all around, all inside

Natural cycles we tend to ignore

Signed papers the dragged ball

neck-chained metal ball impossible to be ignored

Wasting time not allowed

Setting the table, watching the kids grow up

He has decided to begin again from scratch
I’ve never been outside, not bold, not curious enough perhaps

way too busy building up the sand castle, to even consider the light

darkness like a cover on the sand, darkness inside the mind

Questions without answer, out of politeness

sparkles of orange violence

It will certainly leave visible scars

I’ll be outside if you want to reach me, he said

right at the fishpond I will wait for your call

light, blinding light inside

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