Living within the Prison Walls of Castell Gwalia

 

Living within the Prison Walls of Castell Gwalia

 

Well there’s posh words you’re using

to infer that you feel incarcerated in Wales

It’s not the 20mph

I’m all for it because I don’t have a car and I live my life like a snail

I’m gasping for breath here, I’m choking

Everything is closing in

What if it isn’t Cymru, just my mind?

I have become small and anonymous

I’m only 5 foot seven and a half in my socks and I wear dark glasses at night.

I don’t want to be known.

I don’t want to be seen.

Give me your Tik Tok filters

There’s something about the human gaze

I know how judgemental I am

“LOOK A MAN”

thinks the fearsome lady on the bus nudging her mate

“Not all men”

I think back at her

“You must have a guilt complex”

she beads me telepathically

Yes I do!

but I’m not sure what about

Let me help you with that!

Let’s go back twenty years.

I’d rather not.