PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Punctuated by the desire to become, I wait and long to be.
Without a will to live and grow, I am content to recede.
Less is more and I am snared by the thrill of defeat
When both sides lose here in no man's land I can claim victory.

To be anything else 
To be anything.
To be anything less
Would be a relief
To be anything else
Would bring relief.

Constants are my punishment to suffer, a prison like plateau
Of Mental chains to suspend me above and so below.
Purgatory, I am snared, to sway where the wind blows
When up is down and my legs give way I will be put on show.

To be anything else 
To be anything.
To be anything less
Would be a relief
To be anything else
Would bring relief.

As shadows cast on a runway
So my rags will cling to me
To coil as I cower on display
To be worth less until I'm free.