Languishing in acid alley,
shacked by cubicle chains,
stress streams through the air
pressing against the heart as a blade.
Chest burns from the stabs
of pressure daggers,
stalker tyrant holding time clock sword
looks for someone to decapitate.
Sundown dreams are a candle
one holds in the middle of the suffocating incarceration,
clinging to Kodak paradise fragment
from week escape
in exotic Nirvana.
Born in the fluorescent glow
is an inevitable mist.
A shroud of questions
growing inside and filled with moans,
was this enslavement of soul
this sacrifice of wings
worth the clippings from prosperity’s tree
cursing one to live as troll
within a debt laden pre-fab castle,
haunted by the melodies
flowing from places
where freedom is the passport
unto creativity’s lair?
As a thick dense ivory veil
comes a layer of marshmallow avoidance
covering the truth,
making the scene palatable to eyes
so the lips won’t scream over the imprisonment
and daily cuts to identity.
Author notes
For title: A Fog Over Knife River
user name: penman
A contest entry
- Titles and Options OH MY! by badnovocaine.
900 points, ended November 18, 2008, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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cursing one to live as troll
within a debt laden pre-fab castle,
haunted by the melodies
flowing from places
where freedom is the passport
unto creativity’s lair?
This seemed like a lot to say in one poem I liked that about this. And the part that I pasted above really called to me as well because of the freedom is the passport thing made me think because its so true. That and I really liked this title, I dont know why there is just something about it. Anyways good job with this it seemed like you put a lot of effort and thought into this piece and I appreciate this alot.
I like effort and thought.
.Freedom is an art ya know.
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