A bunch of guys in affliction shirts
Helpless
Here to escape their marriages
Here to feel important
How did it get this way
When did it become something to escape
I watch you slip your ring
Down in the pocket
While no one’s looking
And every time I hear
“Pocket!” Shouted out
I think of what you stole
The ring that matches your wife at home
But hers is still warm against her finger
While yours holds the dust and ash of cigarette smoke
Now buried treasure
Now something buried from the world
And why? Is there something you feel void of?
Is it not what you thought
Is it not what you planned for
Behind the smoky mask of communal acceptance, is it worth it
Do you long to wake up with the one you love
Full frontal lobe at attention
Not feeling to feel but feeling something elsewhere
Don’t run away
This place is not an escape
It’s a prison labeled as “Eden”
Once you’re in the viper’s mouth how do you plan to get out
This place is not what we think
This is a mirage in a desert of loneliness
But everyone wakes up
Where will you be?
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Author:
Sunshinethoughts (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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To me this poem was one that meandered into many different waves of events emotions perhaps one can call it cross roads or even personal moments of imploding crisis through out a life. The story you tell can be a great metaphor for others to serve as a mirror. I liked the way you have build this piece up, the snippets of conversing, it felt like you were confiding in the readers ears. I enjoyed the read!
Thanks so much! 🙂
A poem of conscience speaking. Nicely written a poem of shame.
Thank you for reading!
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