Four Sides World Poem by yellowbell alamanda

I want to go
With the disappearing sun
Where will it go,
And why it leaves me here?
The darkness is creeping
My shadow grows and fading
It's last light is making me blind.

Planes and wall
clasping side by side
I saw what's from the past
And it stayed like it made to last.
Another wall blocking my sight
The round world is turning
Into a four side world.
Stucked me here
With the vision
Of where I'm supposed to be.
Struggling here
With the invisible chaotic ground.
Leaving me here
In this mistaken field.
Days are deadly routine,
Here in my four sides world.

Here I am, hating my self again
Wish to go with the blow of the wind
To that clouds, take me up there
And dropp me somewhere
Just to see me if I could stand
Out from my four sides world.

yellowbell alamanda
-08-2011