`Yeah, we had that family sofa I always could sleep on without spinal hurt following...´



Trapped is a powerful poem in being nearly spiritual at start, but deciding to express care about an utterly mundane moment of normalcy. Replacing furniture, realizing that the old can no longer serve its purpose.

Trapped also draws an interesting kinda Yin & Yang: Forgetfulness & Indifference.

In the final, Trapped shows some wisdom of self-help league, as in dreams we may find more love than among busy working people, drug addicts, or uncaring neighbors.

Language was understandable, and I had no complaints about grammar or format issues.

Bye!

My review has been submitted for consideration in "Good Deeds Get CASH!" .