"Can I not just choose my OWN fait?" - John Ashleigh - 11 November 2005


Fait.

Remind ourselves why,

Why a bully is in rejection,

Why a dog bares his cry.

 

So where is he now?

Where is our chances gone,

Where’s the fun?

 

Paralyzed by a torment,

Words of ancient slavery

Seized by the burden

Carried on your back.

 

To admit,

There’s no best for him,

To build up courage,

That is wearing thin.

To control,

A role beside his age,

Proving a lucent point

Proving his sobered sage.

 

Am I all patched up?

Patched, sewn to the under-cat?

 

Civilised by sights of truth

Knowing I’m not with whom

Fought for me, cared.

I’m still locked in a room…

 

To seek,

The problems he doesn’t know.

Friends

Blind to any downfall,

They see bravery traced behind me,

He thinks:

Am I to be free?





Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2005-11-11 at 10:58

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Zoya Zaidi
"Am I all patched up?
Patched, sewn to the under-cat?"
POWERFUL!
Also this one:
"Paralyzed by a torment,
Words of ancient slavery
Seized by the burden
Carried on your back"
-You ask those unanswerable questions so well!!
xxx Zoya
2005-11-11


penfold18
A heavy piece john and strong with unanswered questions , i like it.
2005-11-11