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Paradox

There's a man, he is shackled to a pole.

There's a woman, walking through the dirty ally.


The man is in the village square, screaming for all that he can.


The woman has a dog, who stops to take a leak.

The man is screaming and banging the chains around his body against himself.

No one turns on a light,
No one looks out side.

All the houses are silent.

The dog has finished his business,

The woman is moving on now,

Out into the square.

The man sees her and the dog,

swiftly, his prayer, it has been answered.

He falls,
Falls to his knees,

He cries, tears mixing in his blood,
He laughs as he calls to her,
While she walks closer,
Closer to the cold and lonely pole.

The dog stops again, to take another leak.

The man watches patiently, for soon he will be freed.


The dog has finished, the woman continues onward.
Walking directly towards the man.

The man speaks, speaks praises for her timing,
graciously thanks her while simultaneously asking to be relieved.

The woman is in front of him, and still has not laid an eye upon his cruelly beaten figure.

Hope is leaking from his eyes,
the man screams in fear and agony.

The dog yelps and growls.

The woman looks through the man, sees him not.
The dog warns him.
The woman scolds and pulls the leash, telling little dogie that its time to go.

The man is fighting his chains again, howling for help, pleading for freedom.

The woman continues forward, hearing nothing, pulling the growling little mutt behind her towards the next ally.

The man is desolate.
Dropping, beaten to the earth.
Covered in blood.
Covered in scum. 










There's a man, he is shackled to a pole.


There's a child, skipping towards the fountain.


The man is in the village square, screaming for all that he can.

The child will never hear, as she is jumping rope.

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Comments

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  • Nomadic Prince
    September 12

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    positively medieval

    hmm, very dark, a sense of grasping and pursuing freedom only to have it snatched from your fingertips by self righteousness and pride and prejudice, the devils in your mind taunting and raging, screaming to be loosed-- yet inside, a glimmer of hope still survives hoping that the next pilgrim is a Samaritan. Well written. -CC

  • nadine.
    September 5

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    i love the simplicity and straightfowardness of this piece. you really managed to portray a vague and interesting poem that kept the reader hooked from beginning to end. excellent write!


  • Ms.Daydream
    August 26

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    Wow, this poem tells everything...This is brilliant. Simple vocabulary, but a very deep meaning to it.

  • Wow. Mysterious.
    I like it. =)


  • Daxteriana
    August 5

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    It seems like a lonelyndesolate scene while everyone forgets the man so broken, beaten, and torn. I like this. Good luck in the contest.

    Dax

  • where did this come from? call me when you can, okay?

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