I don’t recognize me,
Not even in the light of the sun
Could I see beyond the distortion
Their lies
Have become
My truth
Their perception,
My mirror
They no longer throw stones
In replacement
Heavier artillery,
Hollow point bullets
Piercing a sunken chest
I wear a toe tag
Nameless
Unknown identity
I remain just a number
In the system
Systematic society
Where birth name
And social code
Is only known
I step among crowds overpopulated
Following the flow
Of feet beating against concrete pavement
Lost…
Buried beneath ashes
Of
The faked death of my mortal self
I live blended
With evil spirits
Gentle, loving, caring and forgiving mask
Now gone
In darkness
You no longer see a falsified persona
The paranoia of company kept
Disturbs my peace
There is an annoyance
Overflowing with intolerance
Again,
I don’t recognize me!
© Shantelle ‘Elle’ McLin
Excerpt from the book Beyond Nursery Rhymes; Real Life Tales
$14.95 Plus Shipping ~ Available at CTU Publishing Group and Amazon.com
About the Author
Recreational writing began for this author at the age of 9 in journal formatting. Her creativeness was sparked in Middle school during a notable visit to the library with her best friend. With an outdated range of selections, she instantly identified with the poets’ generations before her; she had found her outlet. While facing great personal difficulties, Elle treated poetry as a feel-good remedy to her melancholic episodes. This would become freeing to a young and timid adolescent, as she discovered her voice. Writing would become a soother and her pen, a microphone to express her challenges.
Visit Elle’s Author Page At www.ctupublishinggroup.com/shantelle-elle-mclin.html
Categories: author
♥️ Emotional and beautiful
LikeLike