Mission Impossible

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Suffering silently inside the walls;
The best, the only way to go
When your options are limited
And apathy rules on blank faces.

In the land of endless opportunity
I have reached the bitter end
And have come to it with disgust;
Utter contempt fills me as I wait.

I wait…and for what am I waiting?
Dry tears crust over my injured soul
As I wait to watch savory enjoyment
On the faces of overfed carnivores.

How long shall I wait for justice,
How long is the line I am on,
A line that is filled with centuries
Of the forgotten and left behind?

Tomorrow is coming furiously fast
As is a numb acceptance of today.
But I will be reminded of it again
In a world that has it no other way.

Forced to comply for the whole,
My belly is swollen by the rape,
Seasoned and deceptively masked,
To make one smile and enjoy it.

Can I continue to endure this,
Seeking health and happiness
In a world that’s lost beyond hope?
Can I continue in this fashion?

Or should I give up this pursuit?
Should I abandon my sacred return
To the paradisiac garden of Eden?
Once lost, innocence is ‘ever gone.

Poet’s Note:
For Throwback Thursday. Written in 2014, but it still speaks to where I find myself today. Some echoes don’t fade — they just find new walls to reverberate against.

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