For today's prompt, write a containment poem. There are a lot of ways to contain things: Jails and prisons contain people; zoos and aquariums contain animals; and closets contain our clothes (and other "baggage"). Your poem can be about the actual container, the containment of things, or even the attempt to break free of containment. Of course, any other creative interpretation is encouraged as well.
No wonder I feel so trapped
I don't want to write of it
but it is my world
this single vein it seems
grown a thousand times it's size
pushing against all that has been
what has contained me
no room for that
stone or bone contains
stubborn material
fights back
the single vine, vein at some point
pushes the brick from the wall
the moment to its history
Ruins
What will they do
when I explode
and leave what?: jelly, plastic toys, leaves and
leaves
some photos
some words
at which you can not possibly guess
the significance
of little value to you contained
of less,
not
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