Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Stuck Indoors

Stuck Indoors
I think I might just be a honey bee
Who has flown in through the open window, free
Now I find myself in an entirely different world
Flying and buzzing around, searching for something familiar, swirls
Searching for pollen, searching for water
But there is none of that here
Only expensive furniture and carpet and stone and slaughter
As on and on my unseen wings do drone
I am running out of energy seeking for home
I am running out of sustenance
I cannot find the escape
Maybe it is where I first began this journey, behind the dark capes
If I can only find my way back to the sunshine 

K, Duane Carter 3/18/15

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