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Inertia
by Quinlan L GibsonIron laces immobilize, shackling productivity;
Thrown into anonymity, against my royal will.
Rusted gears adhere, smearing, blurring light and dark.
Under luminescent sadness transpires desires,
Imprisoned in the future; Losing their spark.
Paralyzed vision progress is detained and dangled
in burning rubber and smoke.
I choke in the stagnant lead coating
Demoting me to anonymity.
Wallowing, writhing, indescribable stillness
yearning for the storm.
Losing faith in majesty.
Lost in anonymity.
02/06/2009 Author's Note: Treading water, same old-same old...*sigh*
On 3/11/09 this piece was accepted among hundreds of submissions to "Scrawl," the Westminster College literary magazine, published annually. Scrawl is nationally affiliated with the American Scholastic Press Association.
Posted on 02/06/2009
Copyright © 2025 Quinlan L Gibson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/07/09 at 01:08 AM I hate that, the feeling that you're trapped in the act of repetition. The language in this is just terrific, really crisp and sharply written stuff. |
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