I
am
Yellow
twisted shut
cemented down deep
Below the tide and surf above.
Endless sight of forbidden fruit that I can not eat.
Breath of air which cannot reach me.
Lungs sink down my guts
Degraded
Alone
I'm
dead.

YOU ARE READING
The Atrium
PoetryAs the river of life flows right through, collecting at the delta towards the Atrium of my soul