The Bunker
By R.T. Notaro
The pseudo concrete walls
that wrap and
give security’s illusion.
Tangled in the draw string,
flailing at the ephemera
of turmoil.
I want to be
someone who believes
in the forlorn hope.
But peering through the keyhole,
I don’t remember
losing track of time.
R.T. Notaro is a retired news photographer/writer/producer. When not writing R.T. can be found cooking, reading, traveling, or trying to improve on guitar. Follow on Twitter at @rtnotaro.