a poem called suffocation

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


most would say that a suffocating feeling

would be produced by being squashed in a small


for a long time &

thus the metaphor would make sense

when speaking of the city

where so many people live side beside &

on top of one another,

without a moment of silence to your day,

without a breath of the privacy

which comes when you move out to the burbs or the


but a suffocation is bred by space as well,

when the city mouse makes their way out of the

concrete jungle for

whatever reason &

when the sounds go away &

the plethora of conveniences that come with a

metropolitan area

drift away,

all in an exchange for

distance from everything & everyone,

where privacy is what reigns so heavy

that the physical embodiment of silence itself

is thrust upon you

whether you like it or not---

and it can make the once socially active

cave in on themselves

and it can make the once boisterous & beautiful


close up forever,

as if their lips had been clamped shut with a lock,

with the key thrown out behind the house

into a still pond,

where it sinks so deep to the bottom,

never to be found.

Submitted: April 16, 2012

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