by Courtney Hough   Oct 9, 2017

My soul is begging for home.
A distant reality.
Away from this ocean of emotionless thinking.
Where creatures roam,
Where we are free.
Not chained to desks reaping paper.
Is this life?
Such a fiscal façade.
One where we all kneel to the devil,
Take place in his evil,
Killing what’s around us for momentary gain.
I beg for my home.
The one I was meant for.
Not this…not what you call home.
I’m an alien among you.
One who is stranded and will soon be hooked to machines!
Analyzing why I will not conform.
Until the day they break me…
And I am nothing.
Not even a memory.


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  • 1 year ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    This is great!
    "A fiscal facade" ... I bet most people sat in offices everyday are also silently screaming too.
    Brilliant! The rat race indeed! x

  • 1 year ago

    by Brenda

    Court, I liked this a lot. I feel your struggle of having to try to live in a world that just isn't yours. I guess growing up I always felt like I was on the outside looking in...

    • 1 year ago

      by Courtney Hough

      Thanks for the read Brenda! It's always a pleasure getting a comment from you!


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