Locked Away

the life i've built for myself

I’ve built it
on the old Churchyard,
in the midst of the
fog. Stamped a
“No Trespassing” sign out front.

Built with
stones, bricks,
a fence around it.

Walk inside.
Shut the door.
Lock. Deadbolt.
Stick a chair in front of it.

A fireplace is
carved in the very core.

When lit,
a large flame heats the house.
When empty, my house is arctic.

Temperatures change
From day to day.

The orange wallpaper
peels, reveals the green,
hides the blue,
covers the black from the incident.

Up the marble staircase.
No handrails.
It’s a long
Way
Up.

The large attic is made small
by the clutter.
Odds and ends
block the window.

Clear them away.
See the window,
cracked
from attempts at escape.

And why not?
Out that window is a
whole
new
World.

A mountain I want to climb.
An ocean to swim.
A yellow sun.

And it exists only
out my window.

Pile up the clutter.
No one
sees in.

This house
is mine.
My own.
I built it.

I only wish
someone
would visit.

Reviews

[annabellee]

wow this is fantastic. I really loved how you described "your house."
relatable and well written.
loved it :)