Black Bottles

Black bottles around me
a fortress of solitude,
surrounding my body
encasing my thoughts
entrapping my mind

Imobile

"Theres no where from here"
This is it,
It's all it ever will
nothing more but the same

An eternal stagnation
 A fortress
 A Prison
 A Hell
A cyclonic perdition

it goes down forever
never to surface but to drown

Black Bottles; a finger; a belt
a bucket; white-rolled leaves,

ignore it, ignore it, ignore it
casting down I remain in a state
of oblivion
Forever ignorant of the drop
that I'm dropping

Whispering wind whirls past
Nobody but myself
Black bottles of support
have given way to this
To this I have been shackled!
To this to that to this to that!
My hands nailed to the wall while
my head dangles
my broken body amiss