(Living in) Forced Obscurity

July 28, 2008
By Phil Murphy, Ottawa, ZZ

Through trailing roads and wandering streets
Trafficking ideas through the night
Beliefs and wonderful dreams
Once taken away, stolen;
Now crash the darkness and bleed into malevolence
For good will come again;
Its absence marks its return

The author's comments:
This poem is really completely random; but it does hold meaning. It speaks about the suppression of creativity our society provokes. We are pushed and molded to fit in with the crowd. I refuse to adhere to this idea.

Similar Articles


This article has 0 comments.

Parkland Book