Outside World

Spirits in the air

That whip up a frenzy

Mad trees

With limbs flailing about

River waters

Gushing, pushing

Craving the flood

Looking up

To tall buildings

Built from its banks

And a sun

That stares

on and on

Nothing is ever without its gaze

Wherever I move

It follows

Wherever I hide

It peers in

It informs others of my whereabouts

Nothing escapes it

And all this, lies outside my flat

Author: Jack Bennett

Born in Torbay, living in Bristol. One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.

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