Day

They called it day
the brutal battering of my skin
piercing beams through curtains
said it would bring me peace
if I gave in to it
if I listened
and they looked at me
sympathetic in their arrogance
caging me alongside little birds and even
as they reached out to me
hands soft and maybe warm
froze my thoughts on what this really was
outside the curtain.
Because it wasn´t day.
I am almost,
almost sure.

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