Command

Command 

I am an apparition made of man 

I am living in a foreign land 

I will never know who I am 

I seek peace in my master plan 

I sleep and dream when I can 

I am an imitation dummy in a window with a suit on as I just stand 

I am sick of living this artificial sham 

I will only find peace in death to escape this hostile remanence to expand 

I feel raped of Identity from being a child to this day as everyone is enslaved by command
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Be the first to comment on this poem. Encourage this poet.

Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace