Shelter Invasion
Trapped in a shell;
it used to be mine.
Curled up in a corner;
my bones, crushed.
Current-swept sands
engulf my cover.
In an ocean’s sediment,
I am entombed alive.
Note. Thank you to the writers at INKubator for their suggestions and help with this poem.
Poetry by Jeremy Mifsud
Photo by Clint McKoy on Unsplash