caught in a Bell Jar of sortsA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertocaught in a Bell Jar of
sorts
there
must be passion somewhere in this ocean of madness or maybe the madness is
all the passion we have left
or maybe what's left of
us is what the world needs to summon a summons, an arrest of our better
nature.
a coming out, of sorts from the closet of
apathetic suits that all hang the same
from the hanger of numb, twisted metal
our metal, our guts, our
hearts ask for the light to be
turned off shadows are more
comfortable
when the ocean is a
flooding house of white coats something's coming to
take me away
a suicide of caring, will today be the day i
pull the silent trigger
or maybe the day i put
away the gun surrender to what could
be
and get on with it.
erin-cilberto 10/22/17 © 2017 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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Added on October 27, 2017Last Updated on October 27, 2017 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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