Claustrophobia

the alarm ting tings away all by itself…selfless…
The nudging and jostling gets harder…
As I am suddenly vivid in the sequences of incidents
In my sordid, ordinary life,
As far as I see myself in that sequence…
I am locked.
There is no way out…
The threads of forbearing snap right into my eyes…
Puncturing it…
So I bleed…
My vision bleeds…

The call of the crow perturbed the otherwise solemn,
Otherwise calm lake-side, where a crowd has gathered…
At the barbwire fence, watching a claustrophobic, wailing insane…

The sarcasm of it all suddenly takes shape so clearly,
It’s better if you shut up by this time around…
The motion of my humility towards your satisfaction
Is in face with the red-lights of my glowing wound…
Now that you finally see it for what it is…
I hope you feel blessed, under the maple sky…
In my sordid, ordinary life,
As far as I see myself in that sequence…
I am long locked.
There is no way out…
The threads of forbearing snap right into my eyes…
Puncturing it…
So I bleed…
My vision bleeds…

The call of the crow perturbed the otherwise solemn,
Otherwise calm lake-side, where a crowd has gathered…
At the barbwire fence, watching a bereaved, wailing insane…

Unnoticed, except by a solitary pair of eyes.