Lost

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Lost

I have been treading these darkened streets… Struggling patiently in despair and defeat. No quickened pace or hasty breath… No fear of what’s out there, that wishes to convey me unto death. Rummaging through shadows alleys and dilapidated homes… Standing raggedly under flickering street lights with nothing but a shadow to call my own. Clearly comfortable in my world of conversational solitude, Caring not if this personal dialogue-to others-seems rude. Careful steady teeth, give me time to waver… For this half eaten piece of meat my empty pit wishes to savor. Random words of bickering thoughts fill this mind… To those who observe, figure there is much that needs to be aligned. But I am free you slaves of mahogany desks and swivel chairs; Of death white papers and briefcases filled of figures and industrial cares. No board meetings or tight claustrophobic cubicles to restrain this man… For in my state I can do, feel, go or act the way I want, wish or can. So for all you fancy dinner devourers, in your hill top condos and cabinets filled with booze, Don’t look down on me from cloud nine with your preppy smirks ‘cause I’ve got news for you. Despite the fact that I pronounce Channel, Chanel and don’t know its aroma or cost… I live each day in a town called Freedom, while you march blindly in a world called Lost. Let Freedom Ring!

Reviews

[Salvatore Buttaci]

A powerful poem! I like it.

Sal

[JRB]

It sounds like finding fault with those that do, is the same as finding fault with those that do not, is it regret or distaste, being replaced with anger, leaves one to wonder. Nice work I enjoyed it.

Jan/uisiom