Like A Prison
Space and magazines fill my mind as I sit and read,
For I blame the slow time
A slow circle of no inspirations,
I wish my heart was free to explore and make better acquaintances
A sheer fire of mental dissatisfaction,
When I look at the pictures and fly through
A broken conspiracy, of deceit and worry,
Which is the only thing that I'm forced to view
It has grown cold in this waiting room
As I view the assembled building blocks of a children's small world
I later see the whining and aggressive activity,
Which the child is being carried to the next room
Slump stoned in a battered field,
I finally decided to take a break and eat my meal
Which is another given with nothing of my doing
This food is worse then a swamp lake spewing
Where I feel inside, but I hold it in so I don't show a rotten vibe
The things around me stimulate inside
My mind is abundantly being kicked around for a time
Though I sit with a stale congressional stare
My mood is constructed with no fatigue, though I know its not fair
Just an Aw of wonder, to pass the time
For me, of what I see, I have no need to whine
This poem was written by Jason Partington on Jun 27, 2007.
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You definitely have a way with words, well done. I've very much enjoyed reading some of your work and will be back to read more.