Enclosure

There is no living with us now
When we’re all boxed
Inside like this
The walls closing outside
And each of us butting heads
Against nothing so there’s
No bruising or abrasion to show
What we’ve gone through
To get us to us
Because we only want in
Our books know no forgiveness
Our tales flaunts every fairy story
Ending with a period. Period.
Following a blank indentation
With only that stop
No words to put down
Only a pristine page
We won’t touch anymore
No more knocking
Ringing bells
Politic or polite language interchange
Bouncing of hello echoes smiling
Our untired sound of silence deed
In the untried sound of neverland
More quiet than the grave