CAUGHT

I peer through the bars
and witness the sad state.
A member of a proud species
wandering aimlessly
its allotted area,
pacing out boredom
'til the next delivered meal.
She pads occasionally
to the bars,
stares sadly,
recalls times when,
free,
she roamed near
and far,
master of a destiny
cruelly shrunk to this:
a body caught in
the trap of old age
and the company of a budgie......

Coma

A world evaporated,
shrunk to a single room,
life a shimmering screen
rippling a series
of peaks and troughs.
Some bring bright scenes:
parties, weddings, christenings,
hope to disperse the darkness;
others,
stiff awkward sentences
to lever, jemmy an unseen lock.

Mostly we sit
and wait,
for a sign,
for news,
a chink of light
widening in the gap
between will and won't.........

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