Slavery . . . Again?

72 Hours had past,

I’m held up in
this hole,
A place where no one
knows.

I lay on the floor
Nothing to embrace my frozen skin,
Still as a mouse,
As my chest
rise and fall.

The sound of my breathing
Bounce off the walls,
My tears are arid and dry,
My voice,
Have lost its tone.

What would be the use,
No rescue is within reach.
The skin on my palms
Have torn through the layers,
After hours of beating a cylinder wall.

Time surpass,
As though it seems
My memory fades in a flashback
Familiar faces of family and
friends
I’ll never get to visit again.

The only goal in mind is
How I’ll succumb to death.
I’m only a prisoner,
Locked up with
no advocate by my side
My only conviction is the gender I wear.
Masked with identities pilfered from the lost souls.

My imprisonment turned into days of hell,
The weeks that follow
Became a pathos
of my insanity.

My successful decamp,
finally flourished in the light.
Athough, adaption was unsuccessful.
My heart lays heavy
On a circumstances of war.
The times I’ve lost,
Robbed from me,

So how do I move on
And regain back to society?
After years of reinventing myself,
I’ve learned that I posses the
inner peace,

I first had to
accept that I walked
Among others in a world
that was once abolished,

How did it resurface?
Knowing that it
triples in seconds,

When I speak,
Will the world listen
Or will media
glamorize my trauma?

How can we differentiate
the good and the bad
When we’ve all been shuffled 
In the Mardi Gras Dance?

An animal kingdom
is what we’ve become,
Where morals
are lacked and humanity
displaced by
corruption and greed.
Will my voice
be large enough to break the ignorance
Or will I fall into an expanding disease?

Slavery,





 © Chong N. Kim


 10/24/09

Reviews

[Stella]

An amazing, powerful poem. It made me cry.

[Gobinder Singh Dhindsa]

Really nice writing.. Keep it up! Do u read mine to Anguish...

[Coyote Poetry]

The word slavery could have many meanings. In modern society they want people who bend and flex at will. The moral code of life are made to keep the minds twisted and controlled. Last lines told a truth few can see.
"Will my voice
be large enough to break the ignorance
Or will I fall into an expanding disease?"
Better to fly with the Eagle then died with the cattle walking toward the slaughterhouse. A outstanding poem.
Coyote