Trapped

I won't say much

because I don't want to sound like our parents

You always hate how they nag, still do.

Remember? Upon hearing your retort,

I didn't ask you to wait up for me

Pa spitted, you will know when you have your own children!

You shrugged, stormed into your room

Those words will stalk you

The prophecy will come true

Parents do own crystal balls

and we think they are uncool

What they don't tell you

Fear sometimes comes in threes

You are rows of cereals, milk, eggs in supermarkets

The cups, plates and pots in cupboards

Either you spray it, like a cockroach, with Bygone

Or you bring it to bed with you.

It will become bearable.

Sometimes piece by piece you die inside

Under your blankets you invent worlds

And the pain of change fits into place

You wake up the next day,

brush your teeth and drive to work.

You don't have much left

So you search for strength,

stringing words

You go for a walk under the sun

and see a line of ants

then it rains, disrupting the army

You are glad to be alive.