Imagine a prison
Impossible to break from
Yet without physical form.
Invisible walls
Built not of brick but of pain,
Notions, expectations,
Life ruined by the abstract.
There are others of your kind
Unseen in their struggle
But the very nature of your
Unique and sublime imprisonment
Blinds you to them.
Rather than fight, they line
Or else ignore the obvious,
Faces sweating behind bitter masks.
Those who are fortunate
Fill you with anger.
Their love is nought but luck,
And how lucky they love,
Another bead of sweat rolls
Beneath your jaded caricature.
They’re so immature!
You dance in your mind,
Rhythms so sensual,
Pounding party silly rhythms,
Inexplicable sun shining smiling
Fresh faced rhythms incomprehensible
That fact should swamp denial.
Go on, dance, close your eyes and
Dance and let yourself go in a
Way that shouldn’t be disco lights
Flashing almost unbelievable as you
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