November 26th

Poetry

I stare at the blank page,
Forcing my thoughts into imprisoned words.
Sentence after sentence,
I carefully construct a piece of worthy literature only acceptable to me:
For whom is the judge between the enslaved mind and fingers shackled to the brain?

A moment turns into an infinity:
the removal of one dictator for another…
Will I ever experience liberty,
If I am both the slave and holder of the whip?

Cinderella falls into the rabbit hole,
And Alice is tricked into an everlasting sleep.
Snow white rescues Prince Charming from the dragon,
And Little Red Riding Hood is the wicked witch.

Yugeur labong ziber ziber awwreu
Gremble remble zench laroux

Insanity is the norm that allows me to imprison my thoughts.
Each word containing many thoughts just waiting to be freed