A thin mesh made of conditioning has confined
My whole into the miniscule realm in
The filter, allowing through it only a
Vapour, perceived as a mild undertone,
Like a pinch of pepper in tomato soup,
That tickles you with its presence but
Is lost to other omnipotent souls that
Take over your senses and leave you
Pleased. The filter works like a one-way
Mirror, I see you, whole, but you only
Know I am on the other side for I have
Told you I am there and you can hear
The clinks against the glass wall of
Hesitation. And so to you I am a lost
Comrade, MIA in the 6,000 Year War against
Society and I remain till now, lost in the forest,
Blending into the soil(lizards see me as their
Favourite mound now) as dust settles on my body,
Carefully prostrated to the deified decorum of society
I beg you, be you a stranger, friend,
Enemy or acquaintance, break the
Glass, and set me free, save the burning
Building from fire's greedy, sparkling eyes.
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Diurnal Musings(NaPoWriMo 2016 Anthology)
PoésieA collection of poems on simple, daily experiences, emotions and moods. Poet blog: MotleyMarginalia.WordPress.com
