A Poem by Carlton Rolle

A piece from the book Fractured Paths of Disheartened Minds Visit:

Not orange and black.

A prisoner clad in bright stripes.

Delightfully aware that I’m wanted.

My job makes me dance.

I laugh at their joy.

Can you rescue me from this monogamy?

The conundrum of repetition.

Its timeless dribble of onlookers.

Everyone clapping as I jump higher at their wishes.

Quicken my demise, I despise them.

Eyes get wide as pockets get fatter.

Giving me only a fraction of a slice.

A pie that we all crave.

Made to behave like cattle.

We’re all about the matter.

© 2015 Carlton Rolle

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Added on February 28, 2015
Last Updated on February 28, 2015


Carlton Rolle
Carlton Rolle

New York City, NY

I write because I must. Keeping towards a way to seek the message. Something that we all need, trust, and love. To speak an existence. To understand something's life. To work on hope and companio.. more..