by Carmen Mason
“The Elephant in the Room”
The elephant in my room
has become a monolith
an all spreading monster
so humongous that the walls are caving out
and the windows bulging to their breaking points
the door bursting at its hinges
the ceiling swelling to the second floor
and soon we’ll be sitting up in the about to burst
attic wondering how and why we let it come to this
our fingers unable to be twiddled
our eyes unable to meet
our hearts so long past breaking
there will not be a sound
Carmen Mason: I have been writing poetry and prose much of my life. I’ve been published, won prizes but realize I write most for myself — to express, explore, expunge and exhort.