Growing up alone
A world of torture
Speculating and waste
Drowning in gluttony
Wearing the condemnation of men
Appropriating the virtues of girls
Feasting in the winds of noise
Dealing the white powders
Trialling the ceilings lights
Filling containers for strife
Sweet seclusion with a toilet for company
Crawling through the gutters on all fours
Black and white keys connected
Caressing platitudes on fire
Busting a gut on the walkway
Peaceful vigilance a fraternity
Standing on two feet
Tanked, yanked and naked
Where is that space in time
Deserted, drowning in civilisation
Rebuked
Rebellion
Revelations
Reciting poetry
Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 8:08 PM UTC
Growing up alone
A world of torture
Speculating and waste
Drowning in gluttony
Wearing the condemnation of men
Appropriating the virtues of girls
Feasting in the winds of noise
Dealing the white powders
Trialling the ceilings lights
Filling containers for strife
Sweet seclusion with a toilet for company
Crawling through the gutters on all fours
Black and white keys connected
Caressing platitudes on fire
Busting a gut on the walkway
Peaceful vigilance a fraternity
Standing on two feet
Tanked, yanked and naked
Where is that space in time
Deserted, drowning in civilisation
Rebuked
Rebellion
Revelations
Reciting poetry
I had this title in my head for days. After watching a video this evening on Freddie Mercury and his poetic songs, in the early hours, when very tired I just let go with the words as they appeared in my head and let them write the poem. I may change it when I review it in a few days. Let me know what you think it means.
