Hostage: Poem by johnnyduncan


HOSTAGE



               Being trapped in a place or situation That causes headaches, heart aches and frustration, By invisible forces that imprison the will, Coercing him or her to live the life she lives. Having to bite one’s tongue in order to speak, To keep from stepping on somebody’s feet. Jobs, expectations, laws and mores of society Are sources of this variety of anxiety!

Spend a majority of time in a working life, Traveling to and fro from so much strife, Uttering unheard curses, crying waterless tears, In order to retire in a few more years? Be a “fuehrer”, you know what this word means,* Refuse to be enslaved by life’s routines. Jobs, expectations, laws and mores of society Are sources of this variety of anxiety!

Auto, gas, phone, insurance, rent and food are but a few Which at the same time of the month come due. Robbing Peter to pay Paul takes maneuverability. Keeping the lights on is an exercise in fUTILITY “What can one do, how can one escape, When Mr. BILL is standing gun-at-the-gate?” Jobs, expectations, laws and mores of society Are sources of this variety of anxiety!

*Fuehrer means leader.
 johnnyduncan /poetry.poem

3 comments on “ Hostage: Poem by johnnyduncan

  1. granbee says:

    Heather, this is when we all need our own private cave to retreat into, where no modern conveniences are required–and we can just be our naturally grungey selves!

    Like

  2. johnnyduncan says:

    Heather–thanks for the post! I can’t envision anyone who is not being held hostage by something, even death!

    Liked by 1 person

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