Thursday, March 08, 2007


Once I stood tall, a man.
But you all nudged and jostled,
Pushed – poked – prodded,
Knocking me back,
Inch by inch.
Until no further could I move,
My back against the wall.

But you all wouldn’t leave it,
Nudging and prodding,
Pushing and jostling,
Social Brownian motion,
Pasting me tight in this corner.

Are you surprised my grin is feral,
Are you surprised my hands hook like claws,
Do you know when enough is?
I think I do.
It’s time to come out fighting.


etain_lavena said...

Sjoeie In....this one is intense.
I had enough quite recently and one do get so heavy and tired of everything....
claws to protect us, claws to keep us save:)

miss magic said...

sorry that I haven't commented for a long time. Lots of work.
Anyways, you have (as usual) written great poems while I was busy. I like this one. That's exactly how I feel with my mum always telling me to clean up my room! I suppose that's not exactly the situation you pictured when you wrote this? lol.

Eleuktra Starsoft said...

Cripes. Intended so or not, I feel I've been there Inc.

Inconsequential said...

haven't we all ES? haven't we all...