Claustrophobia

Claustrophobia 

My head is boiling like a kettle
in an empty cluttered kitchen
my thoughts should be enriching
but ignored like scrap metal
they wait. Like a flower not yet flourished
in the solitude of silence;
A spectrum of violets.
I am mentally malnourished.

 

 

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