Wooden Walls

Today’s poem is inspired by Fandango’s flash-fiction challenge this week and FOWC: Monotonous.


Stuck inside the same four walls’
Monotony, he recalls
Days when, outside of that window,
He would amble, and joy know
With his lovely wife by his side.
Now he misses his beautiful bride,
Knowing that life is too brief.
But feeling monotony dulls grief.

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