Observations From Within My Mind Poem by Michael Fischer
Observations From Within My Mind
The radiator’s radiant glow
plays the role of the sun
in the smoke-filled room.
The neon light stick lies
perpendicular to it.
The wooden floor beneath
is our quicksand foundation;
It donates our physicalities
to its hidden death house
six feet under its trap.
While “War Pigs” is played
to our minds of impairment,
the wall projects our lives
as but shallow slaves;
Slaves to indecisiveness!
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5/6/2024 4:44:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Simply a very good poem, Micheal.