Walls By: Mylinh Nguyen
I’m technically imprisoned
by my own insecurities and foolish desires.
Restrained by society and religious ties,
I’m a prison in my own body,
I can’t escape, my soul can’t breathe,
each breath is like an ounce of dark matter,
scattering through my air space
invading the nostrils of my worthy victims
my friends and my family.
I’m a prisoner by music,
trapped in the walls of instrumentals and mental expression.
Gentle as the soothing sounds may be,
it still instills chills down my wicked spine.
Held behind bars, surrounded by
corroded walls of lost memories
Emotional? Nah I’m expressive by heart.
I’m stuck in prison by my own free will.
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Poem of the Day: In a Dark Time
BY THEODORE ROETHKE
In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
I hear my echo in the echoing wood—
A lord of nature weeping to a tree.
I live between the heron and the wren,
Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den.
What’s madness but nobility of soul
At odds with circumstance? The day’s on fire!
I know the purity of pure despair,
My shadow pinned against a sweating wall.
That place among the rocks—is it a cave,
Or winding path? The edge is what I have.
A steady storm of correspondences!
A night flowing with birds, a ragged moon,
And in broad day the midnight come again!
A man goes far to find out what he is—
Death of the self in a long, tearless night,
All natural shapes blazing unnatural light.
Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire.
My soul, like some heat-maddened summer fly,
Keeps buzzing at the sill. Which I is I?
A fallen man, I climb out of my fear.
The mind enters itself, and God the mind,
And one is One, free in the tearing wind.
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