when he spoke as just one he did so as we
but when pluralized he spoke the word me
his voice digitized from pitch low to high
in his crescendo i heard my voice go by
a riddle of thought was spoke in the dark
find what you seek where one can not lark
alone in this place now shadows i see
like ghosts or lost souls all circling me
entrapped to be made as prisoner in round
but i am the middle that they all surround
all once naive fools with hearts far to kind
predicated on hope are souls now left behind
all alone as a child its me
soon enter her followed by he
calm in voice warm tamber soft tone
asking me son please safely come home
if there is a heaven this place it be
and though it feels safe i long to be free
i love you i tell them this you both know
my heart with you always but now i must go
raised on stage there stand two men
both powerful leaders and i one of them
as the din of the crowd gets evermore loud
in rhythm staccato they chant my name proud
empowered i feel successful and strong
but my heart tells my mind something is wrong
magical tricks with great presentation and surprising prestige
but i have a magical trick of my own and take my escape in reprieve
-jOsHua joSepH bIssoT -al art (0+)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nicely envisioned and aptly presentd.Well depiction. Thanks for sharing.