There is nothing worse than when you start
Being called a "businessman". How smart !!
While forgetting what your house looks like
And missing what the doors smelled like
When your garden becomes your odorless office
And your flowers become papers and you witness
There is no way back because of a deal you need to finish
For "building" a future, in fact not distinguished from rubbish
What a loss it will be when you don't even realize
Days passing by and being numbered against a wall
And you are after being called smart instead of wise
While walls of blindness and indifference stand tall
As your emotions freeze behind the money god worshipping
Imprisoned behind bars of desertion in a grey world smiling
Faintly, not to be compared with a smile once glowed with a blossom
When you sang the melody of freedom praising God the only awesome
A contest entry
- prose poetry by obfuscate.
333 points, ended May 20, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wonderful ...
... and a delight for me to read .... knowing all that happened so soon after you penned this piece. Be free my friend ... and smile again. Love, Sultan
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Oh thank God. I was beginning to think no one ever had a feeling apart from the crushingly sickly sweet puppy love of the sort the soaps would scorn as "too too." Thanks for being fairly original.
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