hardened through time
the obelisk stands alone
built from the outside
to keep the inside safe
passages wrought alterations
it was to be safe...
but now it is a prison
and the prisoners claw for cracks
nails screech along polished marble
not even making a scratch
glancing out the window is fear
that the prisoners will never escape
dumbed down through cowardice
these feelings of hopelessness
the futility and necessity
in continuation of the fight
in search of the kingdom of the sun...
- 9/25/96, in ethics
class
(finished 10/4/96)
author's note: hahaha ethics class... anyway, another "fighting my way out" thing. i feel like these are my least significant poems, possibly because there are so many of them with that basic theme and the same fundamental imagery. the only thing it really signifies was that it was a really trying time in my life that my mind was so dominated with solving the riddle that was my existence.