The days become a giant clock and I,
its moving hand, marking the hour
remembering the time, the same as
what is gone, the same
as what is to come. Days, hours
minutes fold into each other
indistinguishable. Perhaps, it is
all a trick of the mind – the walls
preserve life, the walls take away
life. Outside is as far as an arm stretched out
of the window, so within reach, so out of reach
are all those things I took for granted
in my solitude, everything has meaning
and everything means nothing.
Life seems a dream –
Am I awake or am I sleeping?
MY WALL 
Glad to see a new post. 😊
Thanks. 😅 Sorry for such a late reply. I update and disappear, it seems.
Lovely to see you again, Imelda. Lovely poem. I really like the last stanza. You can feel so much in solitude, yet you might not know what it all means. Hope you are doing well. Take care 🙂
Hi, Mabel. It’s been so long. Life has become busier hereabouts with homeschooling and all. I am glad to be able to update the blog once in a while (then disappear again). How about you? I hope you are doing well, too. 😊
Yes, it has been so long, Imelda. I am alright and have been writing. Hope you stay well and take care of yourself 🙂