VxPoem ID: 23799
Posted: August 19th. 2006 5:28:11 PM
Drunk on a roof and yelling at god...
by Arianna Pendragon
Age Group: Adult
It feels like defeat has rooted itself as deeply in my bones as the passion and fire for life once was.
The weather affects me like it never did.
Back south, somewhere west of the pits of hell, nothing could affect, deter, change me. There was a determination spawned from the vicious need of acceptance and dissatisfaction, only satiated when I triumphed over a former oppressor.
Now I'm in the middle of suburban nowhere, trapped, nay, confined, to a space no bigger than a cell.
My bars are walls constructed of wood, stucco, and metallic bars of disgrace and mediocrity.
My ceiling made to resemble that of a church, so that I may daily be reminded of the sins I so naively committed which brought me here.
My jailers. (and my father)
Not so much physical as they are part of the air.
I can feel the whips of ice mercilessly lashing at me, cruelly reinforcing the idea in my head that this is not all I could be. That I have potential greater than that ever known in such a place, and what do I do?
But I do not waste away, my tormentor calls.
They feed me things laced with a drug I've never taken that weighs me down. I can no longer submit to the once perpetual ingratitude. This disgusting consistency is a cement block on each thigh. I will not simply float by again.
Such powerful drugs.
Now, as it never had been, more powerful than I.
Author's Location: Brunswick, Maine
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