Caged
By Erin Riebel
I am trapped in this
Troubling World,
Full of War, Soaked with Deceit.
I am a Flower Child:
Breathing the air of a Wrong Decade,
Unable to move through this Fake Freedom,
Drowning in 100 days rain,
Falling from Everest,
Walking the Road to Mordor,
Smothered by Censored Education.
I wish I could sleep yet my Dreams:
Jail Me and Lock Me Up
With A Thrown away Key.
Leaving me to Ponder:
Is Freedom really Free?
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White Dove
By Erin Riebel
The cleaving dove above me
feels my pain.
Yet, no human could possibly grasp the
turmoil of which I am amidst.
These tears of confusion flow shamelessly
from my deceiving eyes.
I have hid my self even from my own identity.
Lost in emotion I try to run but my heart
grounds me in my spot for eternity.
No longer I soar with my cloud-loving mind.
I have conquered my worst manna.
Not knowing my self would be a flightless
tragedy.
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Hoarse
By Erin Riebel
I stand unnoticed in the
middle of a crowded room.
I scream.
Everyone turns around to look at the model walking through the door.
I stand unnoticed in the middle of a crowded room with a sore throat.
I leave.
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Strangled
By Erin Riebel
I am
choked
by talons of patriarchy
by chains of social morality
by governmental claws
by institutional nooses
By the silence of those staring at the model
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