Wrapped

Hidden
Encapsulated
Captive
Within my own little cocoon
I shelter
I am
Untouchable
The world
Goes on around me
Moving
Inexorably changing
While I
Sit and watch
Unmoved
By all I see
Unfeeling
Looking down
Upon
Distaster and celebration
With the same
Coldness
And
Inconsideration
Shouting my orders
Telling
Without doing
Without being affected
Without caring
I sit
Wearing colour
Dictated
By my party line


Terry Rhiannyr
December 2012