London Poem: Day 149

13 January

Again the cold has come,
Caught in the trappings of winters
Previously lived.
The slow, gradual trudge
Seems endless, and the packings,
Which cease motion, keeps
Progress in place though
Directions lead to circles,
Deep underground.
Liberation is stifling
And unseen, but blindness
May only be understood
In years to come,
To know what freedom really is.

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