Least Read Poems About Feeling Trapped

She doesn't like to see me
take bath in the sun
or cross the doors naked

the body frightens her
even in the dark
as if buried in dust

the whole year passes
with her turning on me
like rheumatic twinge

emptiness haunts
with mind in the gutter
poetry unsafe

--R K Singh

a battered elm box with rusted hinges
corners worn from years of use
latches that require a specific touch
deep gouges scar its surface
betrayin the chaos it holds
its weight shifts unpredictably
light enough to balance on fingertips
then breakin shoulders with its burden
an object that breathes in shadows
expandin slightly with every heartbeat
durin quiet hours it whispers in C minor
the same broken chord repeatin til dawn
the lid stubbornly resists
til struck at the upper left edge
a sharp blow that momentarily...

Her body is wrapped in bandage
For her skin does not scab
Once again
it is torn by her own nails
Which now protrude from her limbs
Her legs and arms horribly disfigured and impaled
Cut and bruised at her own hand
She tries not to look at them
As they only blemish her very vision
and claw at her memory
Void of mercy
and gentleness
they can no longer be hidden
stubbornly forgotten and encased in her bleeding flesh
Again, she will begin to itch
And then the memories
they will subside
after she has scratched raw...