Speaking Of Captivity Poem by Barlot ...

Speaking Of Captivity



I pacify the pain with a midnight stroll-
The significant pain of growing old
Growing up
Growing out
Learning what life is really about-
Struggle.
The struggle of being nothing
While wanting everything.
Mortality is just mediocre-
Consisting of dashes and dots
Scribbles, ink blots.
I waltz my way down this dark lane
With stress flowing through my veins
It's time for rain
You prayed for rain
And delivered like a cardboard box
(Everything is these days)
It makes its way down into depths
Where debt will only be payed with death-
A penny for your trouble
It was a classic struggle
In which man versed the machine
And experienced highs and lows and in betweens
You were almost something
Almost nothing
Almost everything
But you were human-
A human on a midnight stroll with nothing to pacify but happiness.

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