Hyphen

There's no point in a rule            

If everyone follows it                  

That's why I want to be a hyphen:                                     

a rule-breaker, a rebel-rouser,

a muck-raker, and a party-starter

Because living under the tyranny of rules

is not living

Sure, I'll follow the big ones

Stealing, cheating, and killing aren't really my thing

But right now I'm living in a tiny room

with no foundation

The walls are laws

The law-makers are masons

They hide behind the walls,

Shouting their precepts

building the walls thicker and taller

The walls close in, closer each day

And I can see every hastily crafted detail

The bricks are crumbled ideas

The mortar, fake rationales mixed with fear

It's all painted the most muted hue of white

At the right angle I can see light

coming through the cracks

As a reminder of my humanity and of hope

I have to try

So that I may once again drink sunlight into my skin      O

Flood wind into my lungs       P

And crumble the walls around so many others              P

To make life worth living       R

Hope is premium fuel           E

So yes, I can scream until a raspy whisper                   S

I can scratch until my fingers bleed                            S

pound until my fists are numb                                     I

kick until my toes are broken                                    O

and the integrity of the walls gives out                       N

Reviews

[Zac]

I Like how you ended the sentence off with another line in the poem,
it makes the reader want to keep reading and finish the poem.
You added a very nice touch to it,
I enjoyed reading it!

[Ilerah]

Creative poem, nice touch to it. Really like what you wrote in there.

[Lizzie Mitchell]

thank you for stopping by

[Ilerah]

your welcome