"dethrone" poems - Hello Poetry

From freedom and serenity - forced back, Within a heavy frame, I twist and turn. Surrounded by darkness - sunlight lacks Through peaceful ears, an alarm clock burns. Feeling like someone once deceased, I ****** myself from my tranquil sleep... Stumbling to the kitchen, eyes half open, I prepare my meal in a weary daze. I will not dread today - I'm hoping, As I race through traffic in my malaise. Drinking in my last few moments, I do what I must, but never condone it... My interior seething from stress filled meetings, These rules defeating - my lifeblood fleeting, A blunt insanity from this calamity, Through censored profanity, I scream "barbarity!" Beneath the boots of automatic overlords, We're trapped together - anxious and bored... Our heads hang, our eyes bleed Their talking styles belie their greed. Our mouths move - connection we seek, But we find our language strange and oblique. Back home, on my couch, lethargic and pale, Hypnotized by TV, my dreams turning stale… A once free spirit, now a mindless drone - My sense of identity is what they dethrone. I assure myself, my soul will endure, Friday at five, I’m told is the cure. But, revolution’s muscle beats in my chest! So, a simple existence, I imagine, my best. This is my strife - I hate this way of life! Words can’t explain the disdain in my veins. So, I have no choice, but to use my voice, To tell you all to your face, there’s no time to waste! Everyday, I pickup my pen and face the end - To light the fire, that from ashes, we’ll ascend...

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Sep 21, 2018

Sep 21, 2018 at 4:58 PM UTC

Outside_Words

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From freedom and serenity - forced back, Within a heavy frame, I twist and turn. Surrounded by darkness - sunlight lacks Through peaceful ears, an alarm clock burns. Feeling like someone once deceased, I ****** myself from my tranquil sleep... Stumbling to the kitchen, eyes half open, I prepare my meal in a weary daze. I will not dread today - I'm hoping, As I race through traffic in my malaise. Drinking in my last few moments, I do what I must, but never condone it... My interior seething from stress filled meetings, These rules defeating - my lifeblood fleeting, A blunt insanity from this calamity, Through censored profanity, I scream "barbarity!" Beneath the boots of automatic overlords, We're trapped together - anxious and bored... Our heads hang, our eyes bleed Their talking styles belie their greed. Our mouths move - connection we seek, But we find our language strange and oblique. Back home, on my couch, lethargic and pale, Hypnotized by TV, my dreams turning stale… A once free spirit, now a mindless drone - My sense of identity is what they dethrone. I assure myself, my soul will endure, Friday at five, I’m told is the cure. But, revolution’s muscle beats in my chest! So, a simple existence, I imagine, my best. This is my strife - I hate this way of life! Words can’t explain the disdain in my veins. So, I have no choice, but to use my voice, To tell you all to your face, there’s no time to waste! Everyday, I pickup my pen and face the end - To light the fire, that from ashes, we’ll ascend...