SIMILE
I am pinned like a bug
by existence:
forgotten display
in a dark, locked room.
A trace of light seeps
around the edges
of black shades by day.
I sometimes hear footsteps,
distant voices down the hall.
But these things do not affect me.
Once a mobile being,
my stiffened wings are now
crisp as the flaking pages
of an ancient tome.
I am but a metaphor.
by existence:
forgotten display
in a dark, locked room.
A trace of light seeps
around the edges
of black shades by day.
I sometimes hear footsteps,
distant voices down the hall.
But these things do not affect me.
Once a mobile being,
my stiffened wings are now
crisp as the flaking pages
of an ancient tome.
I am but a metaphor.
