Monday, December 12, 2011

Straight-jacket dreams













So damn close and yet
impossible to reach
trapped by the bullshit
that was peddled as
relaxing and healing,
life as a vacation,
now arms pinned
eyes bugging out with
desperation and anger,
only to stare at the sea and
the boat and the
misty horizon,
longing for
escape and freedom and
honesty.
The boat bobs lightly,
beckoning,
oars idle.
Already paddling furiously
away in the mind,
if only the arms were free
to pull against the water.
(Posted for Magpie Tales, Mag 95, 12/12/11)

5 comments:

  1. Heavy! Let's hope escape is imminent!

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  2. I enjoyed this ... sounds like waking up on the wrong side of the bed after a bad dream.
    (a compliment)

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  3. ugh...i hate it when vacations are more work than they are worth...and this is one escape i would surely want to make...

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  4. You've captured the frustration perfectly...

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