Hostage

walking my paucity of self information

past a mangled crowd

with a gun to my identities head

what little i know of myself

        this, is my hostage

　

"i will kill it all before i let it go willingly to you"

to the mangled crowd, i say this

　

and so it goes

slowly, the next danger emerges

from the mangled crowd

now infuriated

by a dearth of clarity

with an addiction to curiosity

they will mangle my hostage

　

for safety

if, they get the chance

　

holding who i am at gunpoint,

mostly silent and in secret,

has been the only way i've remained apart from the mangled crowd

remained my temple in their jungle

　

if you take away my hostage, my temple

i have nothing

but everything in common with the animal

Reviews

[KTizzle]

I really do love the way this poem makes me think. Knowing oneself is essential to survival in this life or else you really do lose yourself to a crowd and become as mindless as an animal.

My favorite lines would have to be all of the last stanza. I love the contrast between having something to fight for and just fighting. If one were to give up oneself, then all that's left is a fighting being.

I felt like the stanza right above that one speak to me personally because I feel like I am at a point where I know myself and am making it known after years of being completely absent minded and shy. Now I am at least more aware and put myself out there more, but there's always that balance of staying true to oneself and managing the crowd.

Awesome write again.

Thanks for posting!

[Davidgeo]

Thanks for reading. I really enjoyed writing this poem.

[Luna]

Well if your talking about being judged by your identity i feel you. Cause I had the same situation a few months back. And as I read this I was like "you took the words right out of my mouth" But I don't believe everyone will be like that of course there are good and bad people everywhere but you are who you are and your temple your identity, family,friends everything is yours to keep just keep saying I won't go down without a fight. Nice poem :)

[Davidgeo]

The individual in us is precious... worth fighting for.

I'm happy you liked it