Sulking

Making that awkward

return from hell time.

When mind melts to mayhem

marked by absolute seclusion.

Nothing to say like deaf parrots.

Parakeet peering

at the same slice of the world –

someone else’s world.

A blast in the birdcage.

one copes quietly in

coping gets done in a shadowy solitude.

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