entombed

ever painted yourself

in a corner

in a land of no escape?

ever been inside

a cave

on an island you can't sail off of?

ever been

the last person

in the room

to get the message
because all you could see

was the fog around you?

i feel
all the time
like i'm looking
through crystal clear glass

into a world i'll never be a part of.

too awkward
to live

too stupid
to die

too much
to ask for

to be normal like you

entombed by
the mediocrity of
my own imagination

waiting for the storms
to start again

for
at least with the storms
i know where my place
shall be

lost forever
in a crystal glass sea

(look)