Trying different styles of poetry. Wrote this quickly after a few events occurred..

Sitting here with the blinds closed tight

Cord down the only attachment I feel.

People keep telling me to see their light,

But none of that shit feels half as real.
 

I usually show my poems in a picture of my notes so here's the scribbly photo: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/96/0d/17/960d1789397394552121e61d833a5f2e.jpg

Its a different style to what I normally write about and often try and write in Shakespearean sonnets but this was a spontaneous piece I wrote last night that I feel there is work to be done on. Its kind of elusive the metaphor I use but all questions and feedback is appreciated.

[1] https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/907k2w/weed/e2q52fk

[2] https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/906uhd/a_spontaneous_poem_in_english_by_an_unsure_french/e2q5qxj