Recall To Abhore

  


I stare
at the laminate floor
to a shiny in glare
reflections door
a wooden time
enclosure core  
where I'm behind
inside four walls .

Sometimes I hide  
from wanting more .

My mind in search
climbs and claws
scratching out
to bleeding paws
I lie down and feel
once more
on a roundabout
back to before .

Recollect , recall
abhore
prior sets
of life still stored
what I did get
was done over
a past pre-set
selected poor .

The next
best bet
is safe I'm sure  
for behind the ears
I'm wet no more .