days lost
as a recycled relic
alive behind jigsaws of glass & brick
just shifting mortar in this dead man’s dance
where the rabid rabbit is trapped in a clockwork spiral
where the tick crawls on that walled clock of damned denial
listening to souls shadow-chase ghosts under the midday moon
such is another day climbing that planned tapestry chain
forgetting freedoms, faces, and even our names
handcuffed to habits, hurts, and self-blame
I’m out of place amongst the mundane
where static delays decay my days
like a sidelined renegade
chained in body
yet free in mind
how I choose to fall
is where I’ll learn to fly
to stop playing the paycheque-whore
& never look back for that boardroom door
to face the long black-water heated highways
I’ll re-find a renewed lost within an unscheduled history
Rural Romantic Ramblings 
Really enjoyed reading this one Mel. What immediately struck me about it is that it made me consider how so many chains on our lives are self-imposed. One day my own paycheque-whoredom will be a distant memory…
Lots of great lines but perhaps my favourite was “static delays decay my days” – so much frustration in those words and it really resonated with me. A great read as always.
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I’ve decided I’m allergic to all things corporate! 😛
Thank you, Nik, your comments always make my day.
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I may have a similar affliction… 🙂
It’s a pleasure – I always enjoy reading your work
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“How I choose to fall
Is where I’ll learn to fly”
Great personal motto ….beautiful ode!
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