Breakout - Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi
I am a person.
More baggage than you think.
Lots of problems to which could drive you to drink.
I don't want to be involved with anyone.
Because of the burden I have become.
Along the road of life I have travelled.
Lots of problems slowly unravelled.
Met this person who was a snake in the grass.
Alas poor me, I don't think I will last.
Was full of life and happiness.
My smile would attract women of beauty and class.
Yet I wonder why.
People put sticks in the spokes.
When I ride out on my bicyle of life.
I am tired of fxing things that weren't broke.
Sick of constantly being moaned.
I am a recluse who was asking.
Did not abdicate but was dethroned.
Thinking thoughts so negative.
Wish I vould have someone to talk with.
God had shut his door and leaves me with more pesitilence.
I want a world of happiness and pure silence.
Would sit in pure isolation amongt the mountains and the trees.
Listen to all the animals, birds and the bees.
My dream has gone now I'm so poor.
Couldn't get any more money for a cheap whore.
Sitting here master of nothing.
Surveying all that I no longer have.
I have become nothing.
Read about recluses who hoard and die.
He never talked much.
My neighbours would cry.
Fact is no-one was worth talking to where i live.
I wish to roam alone.
Just the clothes on my back and no mobile phone.
Miss the days of my big Harley.
Making love to many women.
God, help me give me some hope.
A reason to live.
Not to see the bottle of booze or the end of a rope.
I cannot feel sorry for me.
Because nobody sees me.
The invisble troll.
Another person left to rot.
Newspaper story sensationlised by the Dailly Grot.
Newspapers not worthy to wipe my backside.
This world has become dark and sick.
Lead me not to follow suit.
For I am not a sheep or halfwit.
A reclusive man with ideals.
But desire to ride an Iron Horse
Wind in my hair.
Shirt tail ruffled by turbulence.
Leave my worries behind.
Win the lottery.
Leave the vermin behind.
A handsome man's wish to breakout.
I Siddiqi 9.03.09
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