"I should"
a solemn
voice in the head
is all grumble,
dutiful with condemnation,
a heavy
oppression.
desirous flight
is persuaded
to stay
afoot
by what
it
should:
a culturally defined, mental-
artifact, of what one supposedly
must,
oft devoid
of one can-
will, but won't,
out of fear.
doubt, like chains on dreams,
easily persuades
the mind into mundane
plains of
guilt ridden sorrows,
cut out by knives of shame,
choking the present tense
of what shall,
strapped in and unfulfilled,
hollow
and holding,
like an anchor
in a reservoir
of regretful
undertakings,
sticky with ought,
fierce like flagellation
lashing,
imprisoning visions:
victimized
by expectations,
negations of choice:
stomping on the souls good will,
starving the free heart,
shackling the mind.
operations from a place
complacent with
banality and viciousness
in some quiet take over
some woe
of status-quo
waging with
shaky scaffolding
and the numbing
dumb
timber of nothing
a
dull aching
noise
.
enough.
turn off: the over beaten
dead skull
thumping
with outside pressure
be silent
to hear
there is an inner music
more in tune with life
than anything you've been told
by the force
of should
or should not.
