48/365: Inspiral

The following is an altered form of the reverse poem, which is a poem that has one meaning when read forward and another meaning when read backward line by line. In my version, the backward reading is also written out, and it staunchly refuses any other meaning backward or forward, because I'm difficult like that.

Elan Morgan
 

These are coded messages,
sometimes,
sent in secret
from the house within which I am trapped.
I tell you everything.
I pace my floor delivering the phrases again.
Again,
I turn in circles
to exit what must be a simple spiral;
I've forgotten how.
I love you.
I am lost here.
Tell me the one about how it got better.
I am lost here.
I love you.
I've forgotten how
to exit what must be a simple spiral.
I turn in circles
again.
I pace my floor delivering the phrases again.
I tell you everything
from the house within which I am trapped.
Sent in secret,
sometimes,
these are coded messages.


I am writing one poem every day in 2016, and I am using the hashtag #365poems to document my progress.