just four walls by Bogdan Dragos

there is something about
walls
and man's
inborn need
to be surrounded by them

It's those who
grew up
not surrounded by them
that know best

Last night
was
for him
the first night spent
alone between four walls
in a long, long time

and it wasn't even
a jail cell

It was a
rented room in the basement
of a building

Small, narrow, yet big
with emptiness

Just a bed, a wardrobe,
a desk and
a chair

and nothing else was needed
to feel fulfilled
and to dream of
something so warm and wholesome
as a woman
sitting on a pillow
on the floor,
holding a cotton swab in one
hand and inviting with
the other, pointing to
her lap

Heaven

Four walls, man. Only four
walls and a break
from the madness outside
and there you have it

Heaven

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