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I think I am

Somewhat trapped.

As I sit in my room,

Doors locked, windows bolted,

I do feel as though 

I have been incarcerated.

Of course, imprisonment is

Generally a penalty

Although I am unaware of what I have done

To deserve this sentence.

In fact, I think that the Pohutukawa

That stands outside my window

Ought to be blamed for this mess.

I did not provoke it to disperse its pollen all over me

And following the incident,

Though I did react,

Though I did throw a fit,

It was one merely of sneezes,

Hardly labelling me a criminal.

I fail to identify in this, my non-guilty plea,

Any faults of my own,

Yet I am the one

Who is suffering most.

I vigorously rub my red, teary eye,

Its itch is not relieved

So I remove my hand from my eyelid,

Stare out of my window,

Stare into freedom,

And continue to be

Somewhat trapped.