making a circle

yerrey

presence in the corridor
waiting to take me home
reaching out to reach in
a violation
a lapse in distance
seeking fodder for an other's existence

doors and windows
once open
now trap and strangle
the here and now
rewinding the emotions
to the days i once renounced
hanging to the string
leading to the noose
bringing me full circle

Buru

loved the second part of this poem

I get mixed emotions from the poem
not too sure what to make of it
but sometimes that is good,
works in this case

yerrey

thanks....it's open to interpretation