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Scream to the Air

Poetry By: arik Z
Poetry



A rage against the way I am. I know it's odd, but it's what I wrote.


Submitted:May 3, 2012    Reads: 31    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


I walk among all,

Smiling, cheerful.

Life a masked ball,

With bright masks.

I take of my mask

Only rarely, at home.

Then I my mind strays

And I spring up.

I feel my anger's rays,

And I feel that I'm screaming to air.

This pointless task,

This life of mine.

Against the masks I rage,

And scream, scream to the air.

I wish to break this cage,

A gilt cage of steel.

I fight, and fight this life

And scream into empty air.

This empty existence,

A pointless masquerade.

Within me, I feel my soul's resistance,

To this life of mine.

The soul, it is willing.

The flesh is weak.

To weak to do anything,

but scream,

Scream into the silent air....

and scream....

and scream...

and.....

scream into the empty air...





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