A comfortable prison, I have all

I have in two rooms, staring

back at me, pulling me in

to different worlds

and dreams, an art filled life

but one

that I fear returning from.

For the jungles that tigers

roam and stalk

their prey at night

and the Martians

crashing into the common

near Woking Station,

holds less alarm and sense

of trepidation

than knowing I am a prisoner

of my own making.

too institutionalised

to make the move.

Ian D. Hall 2020