Conformity RowA Poem by Electric ScribeEnclosed in a prison designed by choices. Pacing, pacing, pacing, plotting another escape attempt. Glaring at the walls intensely, as though the shear wish of
freedom would chisel though them. They have become stronger, less impenetrable over the years. Many accept defeat, abandoning all hope, concluding their
placement in this fortress is their own doing, therefor they belong. Escaping this dungeon of solitary has become my specialty. Only to be returned before fleeing into the forest. Each cell stronger then the last, ensuring the same tricks
will not work a second time. I often wonder if this mad cycle will ever end, if freedom
will ever be possible, if I can ever be me. So long as this is reality the only comfort is dreams and
the beautiful people within. Fear that any contact with my loved ones will seal their incarceration
in this damned place. Choices…. Choices….. Choices…… The most maddening thought is that repeating “you put yourself
here locked away from all you hold dear” My capturers instructions are to change, to get with the
program, to reform & conform, to fit in, and be a social & cultural
golden child. WHOSE? WHOSE CULTURE? WHOSE SOCIETY? The one that’s soul function is to control the masses and
eliminate the creative and individual ideal. NOT FOR ME! Oh I’ll play the game, play it long enough to secure my get
away. Out into the world, surrounded by kindred spirits, in the
forest, they are there. The quickest way out of this hell maybe to serve the
sentence instead of escape, attempting to blip off the radar. © 2013 Electric ScribeAuthor's Note
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Added on July 27, 2013 Last Updated on August 7, 2013 AuthorElectric ScribeEau Claire, WIAboutI LOVE EVERYONE!!! My name is Warren Harvey Stevens IV, I am a new writer. I would eventually like to start writing books however, I want to wait until I have a little more practice under my belt. I.. more..Writing
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