02
Nov
07

The Trapdoor

Four eyes stare down at me.
Beady and bright; on alert.
There is no threat; the two birds
are trapped inside an old building;
a disused part of a hospital.
Confined in a physical space.

More fortunate perhaps, than humans
who fall through a trapdoor
into a more ominous world
the moment they learn to think.
Duped into believing, hoping and loving,
but tortured by vague memories.
A sense of guilt and nagging doubt,
leaking from dark corners of every mind.
Stalked by shapeless shadows
and undefined fears – from a disused void.
There is no escape.

The pigeons will likely regain their freedom,
flying out where they originally entered.
There is no such liberation for man.

©DF2007

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