There she is
Like a flash of light
In a darkened room
With a second
Between the light
And the boom
....of TRUTH
Stunned, immobile
By the magnitude
Of what can not be escaped
Eyes, transfixed
In the now of what is
I'm raped
....of choice
How dare she
Just show up, uninvited
In spite of what she's ignited
A well concealed rage
Of what has been engaged
Locked in a well-mannered cage
...of deceit
And the reality
That nothing can fix
Broken.......
but TRUTH,
Is NOT........
a desirable feeling
Written by Trudy Schrader on 12/23/2021
Categories:
undesirable, truth,
Form: Rhyme
Undesirable Now Robert Denton (September 23, 2014)
I feel like my life is over.
I'm caged, imprisoned, locked within
the confines of this broken container.
I'm undesirable now.
To be young again, and strong
Able to manoeuvre and twist and run and kick.
I would continue in stealth espionage
To eradicate cruel injustices.
But alas, only consciousness
Is the evidence of existence.
And so I wonder...
Can I exist without a container?
I resent humanity's slavery.
I resent the enigmatic slave masters.
I resent the unseen world
That manipulates and oppresses in the name of faith.
Awake! Oh inner sun.
Shine bright and rise above the mountain.
Release the truth chained by definition
To the rock named deception.
I'm caged, imprisoned,
Locked within the walls of a broken container.
I'm undesirable now.
I feel my life is over.
Categories:
undesirable, body, discrimination, life,
Form: Free verse
A smile hides the truth,
Shrouding the feelings of others.
But the dark cover is transparent:
The truth still surrounds the undesirable,
Shoving, wounding, crushing.
Only wanted when it’s convenient.
Never good enough their own merit,
Except when their few talents are desired.
Screaming into the void, like the lone wolf’s cry,
But deaf ears are turned to the desperation.
Will the undesirable ever be healed?
Categories:
undesirable, depression, life, sad
Form: Free verse
I was not afraid that my life one time will finish.
I am afraid that it will never start.
Death always was ahead and whispers to me
"Live because I am coming".
The biggest injustice in this life is if you have arrived and depart without travel...
The joy of the journey that you never live
Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved
Categories:
undesirable, death, life, nature, philosophy,
Form: ABC