Incarceration

I spontaneously combust

Through the rust

Of this steel cage

Called life.

I figuratively analyze

Every situation

Until I realize

That the analysis

Is false.

I feel my wrist

For my pulse.

It dissipates

Integrates

Life into this body.

Pumping

Moving

Slowly soothing

My mind.

My body splashes

To the floor

Amidst the rubble

Under your shoes.

To know that I have

Nothing to lose

For it has all been

Taken away.

I metaphorically indulge

In the sweeping of

Blood and guts

To the gutter

With the rust

Of this explosive

Corrosive

Cage called life.

I call forth the masses

To undermine this unruly decision

Of death.

To have them agree,

Not set me free

 

To be slashed

                  Battered

            Bruised

     Stolen

Life

 

Is not worth

The rage and anger.

Give me that knife

And I will show you

Sweet revenge

Of the sickest nature.

Turn you into

This frightened creature

Who claws its way

Through cement floor

And barbed wire.

Looking for escape

And failing

Miserably.

Let you look at

This situation

Critically

And decide if you, sir,

Deserve this fate

Handed to you

On a silver platter.

Stuck in

This steel cage called life.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Talal Uddin]

Beautifully written and enjoy my reading. Love it.

[An owl on the moon]

Your driving dance of words paints the darkness of the world in rusted steel... What a brilliant, moving metaphor. Powerfully voiced to be sure.