I hate school. I hate lying. I hate just about everything I have going for me. This is a more personal write. - 06 February 2006


Captivity.

Hey the smiling faces

 

Placing their lively embrace;

 

But rusted in with captivity

 

So prevailing to be.

 

I never tell them why,

 

If things were greatly cleaner –

 

I wish to any lord

 

Ease this only pain of mine.

 

Said you’ve got to do better than that,

 

A one ballad soul to beat the bad.

 

The soul sore and raw,

 

I’m tumbling down for no vanity.

 

I’ll only be the picture –

 

Thus my life’s second-hand;

 

And he’s mused in his own land

 

Of anything; disagreement.

 

I keep on trying,

 

At last I’m leaving.

 

Firm with my lines –

 

Happy mask most of the time.





Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2006-02-06 at 20:57

Tags Captivity  Vanity  Deep 

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I have days. And on those days I share those sentiments.
It's good to see you again.
And great to be reading your writes again :_)
2006-02-07