Angler
I am an Angler.
I sit in the dark.
The walls suffocate me with my agitation.
I am an Angler.
I am not like you.
I am from the depths of the ocean.
I am an Angler.
Predators may eat me alive.
They manifest a death strip, one which I cannot pass.
I am an Angler.
My curiosity is held prisoner deep in my mind.
I long to break down the walls, and to explore a new world of light and liberty.
I am an Angler.
There may be many around me, but here I sit alone.
There is no light, no sound, no hope, to carry my words.
I am an Angler.
I heard a sound.
A sound that I have never heard.
I am an Angler.
A sound of toppling.
I dare say it gave me life.
I am an Angler.
My body acts on impulse.
I swim to what I think is up.
I am an Angler.
I do not know what I’ll find.
I do not know my destination.
I am an Angler.
My delusion has taken me past where I've never gone.
But I was not alone.
I am an Angler.
The coming light shined on us.
Me and the thousands of others, rushing to the top.
I am an Angler.
The adrenaline, a feeling I have never known.
It is beautiful that you can feel things.
I am an Angler.
Where were the predators?
The ones that kept me confined in the bloc.
I am an Angler.
I saw the surface.
The checkpoint to freedom.
I am an Angler.
The Iron Curtain unraveled.
I may see the sun.
I am an Angler.
You may see me now.
I am just like you.
Copyright © Matthew Neave | Year Posted 2025
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