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November 17, 2017
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He holds my bleeding arm

 

"do it" he says

 

I will resist

 

He cuts my arm

 

"do it" he growls, his voice fulled with venom

 

I will resist.

 

Cuts slice my body in pain

 

"do it" he yells, all patience gone 

 

No.

 

I am in pain.

 

I am hurt.

 

I will relent.

 

I will not .

 

I am weaking.

 

My reslove is breaking.

 

Fire burns through me as another gash opens up, deeper this time.

 

"do it, join me"

 

I break.

 

I can not fight any longer.

 

I take the easy option.

 

"okay..." i just barely breath out through the pain

 

"Welcome to society darling" he whispers as

 

 a chain attaches to my limp ankle

 

 and im put into a cage.

 

 

 

I have joined him.

 

I have done it.

 

I am now a member of society

 

I am free, in my cage

 

I can move, where my chains allow

 

Every day, i panit myself to reflect others

 

And others paint themselves to reflect me

 

but now i am nothing.

 

I am gone.

 

I reflect nothing.

 

Others reflect nothing.

 

We are reflecting nothing.

 

We are nothing.

 

Surely now that i have lost everything of importance

 

and gained everything of unimportance,

 

Am now ready to join society.

 

I have joined society.

 

I am society.

 

 

 

 

 

 

"do it" I say

 

She will not resist me

 

I slice her arm

 

"do it" i snear into her ear

 

Pain washes over her young face

 

She must not resist me

 

She is weak

 

"do it "

 

The blade cuts deeper this time.

 

She has given up.

 

"okay..." she breaths in painfully

 

I clamp a chain around her limp ankle

 

And close her into her new cage.

 

"welcome to society darling" i whisper as i hand her

 

A bucket of paint,

 

A pair of scissors,

 

A distorted mirror,

 

And incomprehensible ideals.

 

Just as the permanent lock click into place.

 

I walk away

 

I have won

 

I am society

 

And youre my next victim. 






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AEwriter said...
today at 11:18 pm
I really like the symbolism in your poem. I also feel society breathing down my neck, poking a gun near my chest, telling me to 'do this" or "say this".
 
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