The world is a square, <br /> <br />with crayons and walls <br />and a shoesized window <br />big enough for me to spy <br />if anyone steps <br />beyond the barbed wires. <br /> <br />Their eyes weep <br />in my behalf, good grief! <br />Their eyes hint, <br />that woman must be distraught; <br />that woman must be bored. <br /> <br />Yet, with all the portraits <br />floating in the wind, <br />begging me to scribble <br />each of them, I'm tied up! <br />There's been to much work <br />since the world moved in <br />My head.<br /><br />Melanie Agua<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/away-27/
