A controlled environment, a dictatorship, a subject with a political issue....No respect for a man, or his emotional concerns, only his statuses like a box of unwanted tissues.
It's forever confined, behind a single line, of complete and utter disrespect...It's the effort that's made, to try and display, a world completely perfect.
The threats that come, in conjunction with some of the things that can't be changed....Like the expression of a child, lost in the wild, or a timid soldier in an open battle range.
It's ducking and dodging, the hiding and running, the shame of someone not chosen...Can there ever be justice for the innocent one, or will the account continue to remain frozen.
It's a disappointment to know, no matter what place you go, everyone doesn't seem quite free...Is it all made up, like a styrofoam cup, is it him,you,them or just me.
Let me share something with you, that is long overdue, like a book that you forgot to return...If you open your eyes, take a look and you'll see, the truth you crave and yearn.
This place, this room, this chamber consumes, the spirit within you life...It prowls, it spots in a dark parking lot, like a thief with a gun or a knife.
Is it true or false, is it the feeling of something lost, like a skipped question on a multiple choice test...It's the saddened emotion, of someone with complete devotion, and told they're not doing their best.
It's hard to swallow, its tough to chew, and leaves a bitter taste in your mouth...It's local, it's global, it's an uneven oval, stretched east, west, north, and way down south.
If I wonder enough, It might not be tough, to find the end to this realm.
But the one thing that's frightening, like a bolt of uncontrollable lightning, is I still don't know where I am.
A complete distraction, the dissatisfaction, of an unfulfilled temptation...It's like a rare and tarnished throne, in an uncomfortable zone, whose people have no motivation.
Gives a meaning to the initial questioned asked, which is where is my location?
This is a great poem. I hope to read more of your poems so continue to post. You are blessed with a gift of poetry so don't let that go to waste
bye for now
liz
p.s feel free to read my poems as well