Over-cast skies <br />foretold my isolation. <br />A veil reveals the <br />breech between us. <br /> <br />Walls, resurrected, <br />watch me curl into <br />the fetal position. <br /> <br />I am a prisoner <br />of my own will, <br />shrouded in loneliness.<br /><br />Alice Parris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-breech/
