Looking Glass

3-26-23

11:26 AM

There is a beauty in the darkness,

A pinhole of light that shines through.

Looking through the looking-glass,

Tree branches scrape at the sky, as I wish to do.

I claw at the edges of my box,

Being a prisoner of my own brain.

Screaming is a waste of breath,

For no one cares to listen.

Looking through the looking-glass,

I see a world I’ll never be able to be a part of.