Closed

2020 – Cleaning the panes

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The sky is suspended, reflecting the world below. I know how it feels for
life to be closed, looking out through windows beyond the reality of my
four walls. Now it is everyone’s reality. No-one can go to school. Irony
weaves a fine narrative. Hope used to lay beyond those little square
panes, but now life has shrunk into small boxes, as I try to order an
existence that is spiralling out of control. Thoughts whirl, obsessions
grow day on day. If I could only scrub away the feeling. Just one more
time. Just one more time.