Poetry

[damasa]

Here are a few of my own:

A Box

We are all caged animals,
frightened and trapped,
in a tight cold box;
in a dark box.

Hate and violence
graffitied on the walls.
Little air holes for some escape,
and some clean air.

Giant glaring eyes,
jealous,
deep, insensitive stares,
peek in and watch us.

The box is opened,
we fill it up,
and anger and hate
take a form

It creeps over the edges
and smiles with a hatred grin
it quits smiling
and soaks into our heads.

Hate in the mind.
How far will you take it?
How far will it go.

So we act like animals,
barred in this world,
caged with violence,
sharing crowds; and overcrowded party.

So let's all party.
Throw around some words,
and make some people cry,
let the hatred once again come alive.

Actually, I will leave it at that for now..