PleaseListen,
FIRST OF SEPTEMBER ...
I was taken to a room
Where the hour is always bright
The panorama is always wall
And the look of it is white
I was trapped in there
Dying slowly for weeks
Or was it hours?
Or was it days?
I fear
I cannot bring myself to care
For all the useless time
That I was left in there
It was interesting to see
What the others had left behind
I spy my Blackbirds feathers
I spy the Demons eyes
I spy a Soldiers tears
Swearing they aren’t mine
I spy the Singers ears
I spy the Liars chimes
So this IS the plan!
To dissemble us all by hand
To pull us at the seams
So that we become bad dreams
Sudden revelation,
Rebellions true form
Made me think I’d stuff my pockets
And take those pieces to their homes
I spy a meal that belongs
To a tiny Porcelain Doll
I spy a book that is for
The Boy who just wanted a home
I spy a box with a puzzle inside
For the Quiet Lad who solves them all
I spy a flower of wondrous design
To blind the Girl who sees only flaw
But when I went to reach for these
I found I could not move
My arms were caught in binding
Those vultures are not fools
It was when they let me out
That I realized I’d left some things as well
I turned about to save them
While I was being dragged to hell
In that room
Of torturous peace
I forgot her white dress
And I lost my wings
That's all I have to say
NowTake me away, KIERAN J. CROW
Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 6:27 PM UTC
PleaseListen,
FIRST OF SEPTEMBER ...
I was taken to a room
Where the hour is always bright
The panorama is always wall
And the look of it is white
I was trapped in there
Dying slowly for weeks
Or was it hours?
Or was it days?
I fear
I cannot bring myself to care
For all the useless time
That I was left in there
It was interesting to see
What the others had left behind
I spy my Blackbirds feathers
I spy the Demons eyes
I spy a Soldiers tears
Swearing they aren’t mine
I spy the Singers ears
I spy the Liars chimes
So this IS the plan!
To dissemble us all by hand
To pull us at the seams
So that we become bad dreams
Sudden revelation,
Rebellions true form
Made me think I’d stuff my pockets
And take those pieces to their homes
I spy a meal that belongs
To a tiny Porcelain Doll
I spy a book that is for
The Boy who just wanted a home
I spy a box with a puzzle inside
For the Quiet Lad who solves them all
I spy a flower of wondrous design
To blind the Girl who sees only flaw
But when I went to reach for these
I found I could not move
My arms were caught in binding
Those vultures are not fools
It was when they let me out
That I realized I’d left some things as well
I turned about to save them
While I was being dragged to hell
In that room
Of torturous peace
I forgot her white dress
And I lost my wings
That's all I have to say
NowTake me away, KIERAN J. CROW
Kieran's account of being kept in solitary confinement for the first time.
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