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Captive Audience

October 17, 2019
By srdetweiler BRONZE, Eugene, Oregon
srdetweiler BRONZE, Eugene, Oregon
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Like flies in amber, we are trapped in time,

Imprisoned by the swiftly passing minutes;

Like free verse being forced to make a rhyme,

Like growing...up to predetermined limits.


I try to tear my mask, to rip it off,

To write the plainest truth instead of riddles;

But when I try to speak, I start to cough,

And all my writing turns out to be scribbles.


Please just give me time to find myself,

To make a difference while it’s not too late,

To sort through all the stories on my bookshelf,

Deciding which to read and which can wait.


They tell us, “Try to organize your time.”

I tell them, “Not all poems have to rhyme.”



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