Why do I feel ropes tighten, grow taut and stretch
menacingly across the field of my mind? Pressure
Pounds from the outside, a wretch!
But I seek composure
my warm bread and cold butter. Pleasurable bonds
twist and choke, a cosy chill lifts,
sunshine seeps through.
Is it worth to let that light in: rays
that blind and distract are merely a mirage,
tis’ happiness a belittling
The Daily Cognitive