by Abby Coffey

If I don’t come back this time

There will be trapped doors everywhere I look 

Double-double helixes everywhere I look 

I will feel lost and overwhelmed 

Not knowing where to look 

Oh look a lighthouse

Reminding me of an old blaze of fame

Reminding me of wanderers

But I am a prisoner

Everywhere I look there are bars

Adversaries everywhere I look 

No where I can turn 

My mind in a cage  

Turning and turning 


There are too many particles and star systems

But am I not a binary soul?

New Octaves, I hear a new octave

Reminding me of the old times

Where are those times now?