When the Crowd AwokeA Poem by danDon't you just hate it when the attending crowd is just not paying attention? Yeah, me neither. But really, don't you just want to slap one in the back of the head? No? Aww, you're no fun.....I undress myself slowly (my eyes not accustomed) The rain blowing, shrieking and tossing the leaves… If leaves fall in summer is the pumpkin far behind? Or a sign of danger hiding underneath the Fallen leaves?
So why am I undressed (a reminiscence of the past?) To test the limits of my acquiescence bordering on sane? And tattooing scales of thorns to be displayed? I’ve made my own decisions until now… So can I dissolve the mist around the lamplight Circling my fears And put my f*****g clothes on till the carnage Disappears?
As I explain the last two verses and the cloudiness within I am tempted to reveal it’s all a joke. But I hate to tell you and misguide you… My whole world has turned a blind eye To the spot where all the characters, the actors, Read their scripts and the play begins. (and then the crowd awoke).
dan © 2015
Music: “The Sound of the Crowd,” by Human League
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Added on July 24, 2015Last Updated on July 24, 2015 Tags: wake up, what the hell is this guy talkin Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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