pinned

pinned

woken
somewhere
on that long
run from
midnight
to the dawn
pinned by
the relentless
adamant
feeling
of self
narrow
as a
matchbox
coffin
pinned by
that feeling
squirming on it
butterfly
nailed
against the
cold-hearted
wall
of
night
finding
yourself
to be
self
and not
a damned
thing to
do about
it

may 2015

5 thoughts on “pinned

  1. Thanks everyone. I still don’t know what to do about the problem of being a particular self pinned to the wall of time and space, but sure glad to know I’m not alone in the feeling!

  2. butterfly
    nailed
    against the
    cold-hearted
    wall
    of
    night
    finding
    yourself
    to be
    self
    and not
    a damned
    thing to
    do about
    it

    Indeed. Love it

  3. Many thanks, John. Well do I know, Sir, that you have, as you say ‘been there’, as I recall reading your own poem on this theme on this very site! It ‘pinned’ the feeling well, I recall.

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