Camera Obscura

to be in the unlit bedroom,
and watch the gleaming world outside,
is the closest one can get,
to understanding despair;

it is not depression or despair itself,
since you have made it like that,
but when told, when explained what it is,
quite gives a good analogy to good'ol despair.

the camera obscura, is splendorous,
when you were the creator of such thing,
when you have managed to impress
a part of the real and moving world onto blank walls;

imagine, to be able to watch the happy children
and their families, and toy pets, smiles and giggles,
while laying awake on your bed,
entangled in strange knots made of sheets.

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poem by A.R. Brixton
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