shutters open
shutters close
walls are moist
rooms are filled —
lost behind
windswept prison walls
shut-ins sit forever
shutting out
sunbathed days —
until today becomes
an endless gray
infertile field
forever
enshrouding
tomorrow’s
tomorrow never know.
eyelids open
eyelids close
walls are wet
rooms unkempt —
lost behind
windswept minds
walls erected
doing times
tango into
obscene oblivion.