the development of dead eyesA Poem by delapruchsee note for reviewers.most people trouncing round the empire walk with a sense of respect built by the accumulation of things, built by the constant reassertion of one’s personality publicly, pronouncing themselves a functional social being, as defined by these terms alone---
and the western world raps its head against the brick wall incessantly this way into a completely successful sense of oblivion.
but for those raised by trauma itself for those whose “development” came from concentrated neglect
(a way of intentionally denying a child the things so desperately needed in order to bloom into something that might walk this earth with a decreasing sense of pain & bewilderment, not one which increases these terrible realities with each passing day)
what recourse can there possibly be? what “way out,” what place to run to, what overseeing caregiver arises, when smothering actions win out in the home, at school & soon in the obligatory work force--- all which thrive in this context to reduce, whittle & eventually make such an individual disappear?
“out of sight, out of mind” is the policy practiced by our delightful democracy, whereby those who have been chewed up into a purée of horror & dismay by endless years of abuse, neglect, abandonment & ostracization, are swept off the streets into select garbage cans, be them prisons, asylums or simply underground.
what strategy does an individual have then to fight back against what seems to be an unending wave of mercilessness & force driving the monster forward floating on an ocean of indifference?
a self-medicant surfaces--- a person who takes it upon themselves to say “i will not go out this way,” knowing that absolutely no one else is going to help them in such an endeavour.
this person strips themselves of the cast which has been molded round them, while the constant beating from the world brought only severe bleeding within understanding now that the rules that one is supposed to abide by, in order to correctly maintain a life according to the status quo, is just not possible anymore--- in fact, it has been made impossible by the very system that wants to maintain it.
the “bad apples” must be recognized as such by all those “good apples,” so as to keep these cute little bunnies from jumping out of the basket--- and so a person finds themselves “resorting” (as if one had a choice in the matter) to ways in which a solution can be acquired--- the solution may come in many forms, but the intent is always the same--- PAIN MUST
self-anesthetization becomes essential to one’s survival because the pain threshold of the individual can simply not keep a person alive anymore--- the overwhelming will eliminate s/he who does nothing to stop it, and through the acquisition of means to an end which would mean a continuation of one’s life, said person is able to continue.
here, the development of dead eyes occurs & the world spends its time trying to stare into them, trying to ascertain the reasoning behind what has happened, trying to make itself feel better about itself always avoiding the actual problem, always blaming & incarcerating, blaming & incarcerating, blaming&incarcerating blamingandincarcerating blmmingndncarcerating blmngndncrcerating blmgndcrerating blgndcerating blndcerating bldcrating blcrating blrating blating blatin blatn. bla___//////____//__/////________________________ © 2011 delapruchAuthor's Note
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