Your Poetry Dot Com - There's a Fly in My Soup

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I swim through, tossing aside virus riddled debris
as I search for the familiar comfort where sun rays penetrate

Waves of emotion stir these mirky waters
not by choice but to filter and cleanse the future tides ashore

In this world where prisons are erected behind our backs
and make prisoners of behind our very eyes

Swimming away I find an escape
as clarity is noticed from the watchtower on high

Escaping the prison only to no avail
I must swim through the muck provided by the filth in these waters

Funny.....it still feels as if I'm there
where I escaped

Telling me freedom is upon us only in preconceived thought
only to find
the shackles still lingering in our minds

Remember the refuse in these waters are an illusion
put there by our minds like a mother
who uses scare tactics to keep her children close to home

But damn these shackles that bring me down
towards the thoughts where only mold thrives
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There's a Fly in My Soup
Date: Friday, 1st April 2005 @ 02:13:37 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: espeeayzee

Waters become mirky with the blinding litter of uncertainty
I swim through, tossing aside virus riddled debris
as I search for the familiar comfort where sun rays penetrate

Waves of emotion stir these mirky waters
not by choice but to filter and cleanse the future tides ashore

In this world where prisons are erected behind our backs
and make prisoners of behind our very eyes

Swimming away I find an escape
as clarity is noticed from the watchtower on high

Escaping the prison only to no avail
I must swim through the muck provided by the filth in these waters

Funny.....it still feels as if I'm there
where I escaped

Telling me freedom is upon us only in preconceived thought
only to find
the shackles still lingering in our minds

Remember the refuse in these waters are an illusion
put there by our minds like a mother
who uses scare tactics to keep her children close to home

But damn these shackles that bring me down
towards the thoughts where only mold thrives
and aspirations drown

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