Prison Of HomeA Poem by Recovery KatsumiA free flowing non-form piece about life from someone not welcome in the outside
I lie trapped within a chilled prison
Today it is unscorched
Personal items line the walls yet offer no comfort There are others like me, somewhere Yet we hide away in preservation of our selves. To go out, a death sentence To go out, a venture without reward From within these walls we may find others' voice Crying to distract us from our woes Suffering to distance us from our pain Laughing to deliver us reason to go on How many are truly like me? Without family Without friend Without purpose We survive in spite of an order that demands prosperity or perish Dark hearts hunt outside for us Priding themselves on mirages of superiority, delusions of a higher command To fight back, we become monsters To entreat alternatives, we sacrifice for naught What option have we then, us few, to survive and blossom? The sun would burn us to ash Yet the planet freezes us to our bones Bitterness and insanity are the gifts left to us Bestowed by a god in mockery of our identities For curse? Perhaps punishment? The air lies silent, bereft of answer, and all we are granted is another day of imprisonment Desperate to find freedom Dreaming of serenity Drowning in the reality of hatred for shadows we cannot alter. The world burns And to avoid being sacrificed I turn over in my cot Continuing to tremble in fear of my door One I might lock But can never stop from opening. © 2023 Recovery KatsumiAuthor's Note
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Added on September 5, 2023 Last Updated on September 5, 2023 |