today I awoke in a glass box
on the sidewalk of a busy street
I have nothing but my striped sweater
my face white as a sheet
people pass me by
children smile and wave
as I beat on the walls searching for an exit
but still I am not saved
are they entertained?
they know I cannot escape
so why do they take my picture?
I cry to no avail
I plead to be released
but all they see is a silly man
who dances on the street
I suppose this is my life now
this is my destiny
a lonely mime forced to entertain
in a box no one can see
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Author:
writtenbycasey (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 25th, 2022 23:14
- Category: Surrealist
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