Confined by Filip Zubatov

On the retina that you wanted to mistake 

for nothing other than a black dot

lays a portrait of yourself.

Rendered in shades:

Hesitation.

Fear.

Doubt.

A face, one recognizable

now obscured by shadows

of everything you want to escape.

doubt clouds your sight

you’re confined

within that 

darkened frame.

Each corner heavy

with the weight

of uncertainty.