Double Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul
Double
wind rushed
cold, clear
birds called,
thoughts stalked,
the walls
were silent.
silent
with the
wails of
utter despair.
I walk
among them
clad in
crude half-rotten
rags whispering.
whispering
all the
while toiling,
seeking, building.
building
again, I've
lost my
way. though
I can't
remember where
I was
going, before
I'd entered
this gloomy
tangle. I
was afraid.
afraid.
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