Claustrophobic Poem by Barnali Sikder

Claustrophobic





It is claustrophobic.
Walls around me are narrowing
the pavement.
Colouring it Gray,

Devouring light.
Fleeting moments rush
to unwanted height.
Then it falls to prove and fight,
the decayed patron of love.
It's claustrophobic.
Breath light,
as love appears fluffy white.
Yes, it is clostrophobic.

Tuesday, September 24, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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