Enveloped by Darkness

Enveloped by darkness day after day

Surrounded by friends ready to play

Alone in a crowd cheerful and smiling

Drowning inside dying and crying

Isolated as usual with limited choices

Invisible among them, but no one notices

Critical sometimes they are of my ways

Silent or furious are my moods without delays

Hearing their voices but not listening to their words

Because often they slay me like sharpened swords

Not great company I am I know

But where else am I supposed to go

Trapped inside myself away from reality

Despising its expectations and meaningless futility

Away when among them, away when alone

Haunted by demons that were birthed at home

Leaving Home

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Wishing to leave home

To venture out on my own

Fearlessly wander

Confining duties

Restricting regulations

Keep me in my place

A reality

True, but too bitter to face

My home is not home

The world still beckons

I can hear its siren call

I will soon answer

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Confused Little Girl

The confused little girl woke up this morning again

Wondering when her life will begin

Agitated and scared, a tantrum she threw

Lashing out at everyone she knew

Unable to comprehend they called her spoiled

Causing her fury to further boil

As reality crushed her down to the bone

It turned a muscle into cold hard stone

Bleak became the future through her eyes

And unnerving was her slow demise

Many tried to help piece her back together

But she believed that hope was lost forever

So sad was the reality she couldn’t bear

And so real was the sadness she couldn’t share

Terrified

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Terror seeping into my soul

Emotional wreck, almost not whole

Relentless agony, which must be endured

Reminded by horrors? I’m not even sure

Ignorant of events yet to come

Fearful of demons, when there are none

Impossible anxiety, beyond rationality

Eating away at the truths of reality

Dominating my thoughts and causing calamity

The Screen

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This device has been a staple in my life for years, but

it has now become an addiction I’m beginning to fear.

It starts with checking my email in the morning, then

before long I’m streaming and chatting and blogging.

I’m called by my friends and family and peers, however,

all their calls are nulled by the screen, and I’ve disappeared

 I’m transfixed by its beckoning light and imaged worlds, and

have lost interest in the reality around.

It offers entertainment, virtual experiences and information, but

lacks the intimacy of human interaction.

An appealing contraption of attractive power has

locked its subjects in an inescapable tower.

Connected to every country from a comfortable seat, but

lacking the experience. What a cheat!

I sit here behind a screen to write this poem, isn’t this

the most ironic statement you have ever known?

 

Intro to Poetry – Day 6 (Screen)

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From the Outside

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt “The Outsiders”

Tell us about the experience of being outside, looking in — however you’d like to interpret that.

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He stood outside the window watching as they feast

She stood outside the door pondering her fate

They stood outside society judging from afar

We stood outside  the gates waiting to be let in

I stand outside reality admiring as it falsely unfolds