DefianceA Poem by Jinx
The grey, granite block stood testament to their development as a people.
Flashing LED lights, intertwined fiber optics, pressed flat with plasma and
pop-culture posters, presenting to the world entertainment deemed
Pouring in their personalities, the people no longer need worry about putting
emotion on display, failing, thinking, feeling, isolation.
Everything they needed to know and wanted to see would be provided.
One rainy, mid-month day, a child with red hair gingerly slipped under the
barricade, toddled his way towards the towering block.
Pressing pudgy little fingers onto the screens, the little one smeared and smudged
the images, swirling them into a blurry blotch of nothingness.
A rip, from it a trickle of color, faint echo, and then metallic groan as it turns to
tear, racing its way up the stony face.
As it collapses, the caged life surges through the cracks with vibrancy, singing
itself back into the world.
Many fall, too gray-faced and hollow to cope with the wave of emotion cascading
from within the chamber, now crashing upon the shores of surrounding hills.
Amidst the wreckage, the little one fervently paints a picture with the colors of the
© 2011 Jinx
Added on August 9, 2011
Last Updated on August 9, 2011
AboutHey guys, I'm newer to the site. I'm currently away at college where I'm double majoring in English Literature and German. Poetry is by far my favorite form of writing, so I figured this'd be the best.. more..