A Curious Mind W(o/a)nders

Monday, May 15, 2006

This Angst

This angst...

At being ignorant,
Thrust into a flight over which I have no control,
Forced to accept the imposition of a will not my own,
At being unable, unable to break out…

At having to accede,
Since the order comes couched in veneration,
Show of respect where deserved is none,
At being unable, unable to say no…

At being a mute spectator,
As weeds proliferate in the gardens,
And the stream of logic is deliberately drowned,
At being unable, unable to shout out…

This angst,
At being maimed, gagged, persecuted and incapacitated,
At my own numbness,
At being unable…

This fire shall light my pyre certainly,
But will it, will it ignite even a single beacon somewhere?


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