I’ll not wake up, no,
swimming here in this conch shell
of life, shadows tickling my ear,
playing house while the real
the world assumes it’s won.
I’ll not confront it, no,
kicking up the remains of reality
swept under expensive furniture
when we could afford the luxury
of not caring.
I’ll remain in my head,
enveloped by this conch shell,
closed to those sounds desperate
to encroach, honking displeasure
at deaf eyes shut.
Phillip Knight Scott is a native of Durham, North Carolina, where he lives and writes poetry. A husband and father, he finds happiness in family, friends, reading, and of course, writing. He enjoys creating expansive worlds in as few words as possible. His writings can be read at http://www.phillipkscott.com.
Devika Mathur, a poetess who lives in India and writes to spill out her anxiety. Her works have been published in Visual Verse, Mad Swirl, Subterranean Blue Poetry, Two drops of ink, Sudden Denouement, Free verse Revolution, Blue pepper among various others.
She is a contributing writer for Sudden Denouement and Blood into Ink magazines. Her work has been published in an anthology "all the lonely people" among various others brilliant writers.
Her writings can be read at https://myvaliantsoulsblog.wordpress.com/