Safety Net

Haunted by fears,
I tiptoed.
A safety net enmeshed me.
I am safe, I am bound.

I marched.
A fence blocked me.
I slammed the door.
But it was locked.

Yes I am safe.
Safe in the four walls.
Memories are my comrades.
Silence my companion.

Sun and Moon,
take their turns.
In peering,
through the crevices.

they will never see me.
I have become one.
With my memories…….
And memories die with me.


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Nice work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.