A Poem a Day (110): Stone prisons

Stone prisons

Stone prisons, reactions of the mind

To a sense of inaction, inadequacy,

The rush long gone, sensation shunted.

I feel your frustration perforating your skin.

Do you know me now? Can you sense me?

You carry him lost like missing data.

Tie a white ribbon where he might hear you,

Beckon him forth to betray himself.

I cannot dare you; only you can travel.

To his own eyes, you are blind;

In his mind, he long forgot to remember you.

These words balance tricky, evaporating,

Struck on the wind, a discordant chord,

Rattling.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, September 23, 2019