Sliding
I think about the things we never say.
The longing
spilling out of your eyes,
the questions
that never reach our lips.
Firmly strapped
into your straight jacket
you smile and
gird yourself
for the day,
Keeping busy enough
not to think,
Fighting off feeling.
A lion tamer
with whip and chair,
beating back the beast
as the crowd
watches you breathlessly,
wishing to believe that
the man in the cage
feels
no fear.
posted by Peterson Toscano @ 2:44 PM
2 Comments:
Ignoring the feelings that you don't want others to
see,
or know you possess, hiding, making
yourself invisible to the world. Scared shitless of
the events to come in the future.
Involuntarily conformed
by society, forced
to believe,
act and talk conservatively but deep
down there is the secret.
This can't have effect in reality, that's what I think.
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