Kafka

Oh ive been reading
Kafka for much too long now
all my eyes can see
is the shadows under yours
and everyone elses eyes

and i notice every sigh you
sigh is some sort of a reproach
and your oscillating anger
makes me tremble

under this 3 doored room
each one leading to another
terrible ordeal.

So i crawl myself up in a ball
i close my venetian blinds
from the policemen outside
and
regret
i
ever
had
a
dad