Dark Fiction Factory welcomes guest poet Lynn White.
Trapped
I can hear the flies buzzing
so I think I must have died
In life I could shoo them away
open a window
to persuade them through,
though usually they were
too stupid
to grasp the chance of freedom.
Now there is no window to be
opened.
We’re trapped in this closed space
with only our fears,
our most ancient fears
for company.
Eternal night.
No possibility
of freedom,
or escape.
Not for me.
Not for them.
Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud 'War Poetry for Today' competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Consequence Journal, Firewords, Capsule Stories, Gyroscope Review and So It Goes.
Find Lynn at: https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077/
"In life I could shoo them away" From that line on there's a dread-filled claustrophobia. Great poem!