I feel caged in box
full of people constantly muttering
about something relevant
hustling through heaps of bodies
I slither, my destination - irrelevant

Midst the living corpses
I breathed a singular smell
that rallied my senses
to search and rescue my hands
now free to choose a door
Stepping out of a mess of things
the world got bigger with bigger things
the ceiling was so high
I couldn't see it with my eye
and the carpet so green
it seemed almost mean
But the cage I fled from
was smaller than expected
appendages sticking out in a few places
the leaf which laid waste to my belief
blooms well here,
where only a few choose to linger.
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Published | Edited 27th Oct 2012
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