Compressed cravings
forced into a vice grip
of pressurized façades.
Canned identities
gutted of their clarity,
dumped into a communal repository
once their usefulness
is emptied of its independence
So accustom to the weight
from collapse of freedom,
seldom does the heart
detect the pending fate,
rote of rhetoric spoken
over each new crop in terminated hopes,
conditioning a condense mind
until the person
actually says thank you
while pushing the button
that will squeeze
the last ounce of will
out of any life.
Author notes
Prompt: "The Walls Don't Press As Hard When You Can't See Them"
A contest entry
- Prompt Contest by mysticstorm.
550 points, ended March 8, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Clever write, unique idea, well written, you always have us thinking. Blessings.
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Very creative! This is a really original take on the prompt and one that makes the reader think...very thought provoking outside the box...excellent write.
Thank you for sharing!
mystic
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a fantastic take on the promt full of great imagery and depth throughout good luck in the contest
maralisa
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Wow! I love the metaphor you used here. So fitting. A great take on this prompt, very cleverly penned.
Best wishes with this.
Gaylene
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