The Artist From The Inside Out

I Stood Hostage

Monkey in a suit grafitti

Written by

Artist/Poet_JayMoraShihadeh

in

,

    as i lay here

    caged in silence

    i feel your

    pulse in my ear

    a shooting

    takes place

    on the feed

    as per standard

    fare

    i proceed to 

    stare

    into a memory

    long plastered

    adhered, to

    my inner ear

    this injustice

    thrust by 

    a belief held

    dear

    i feel your breath

    spit my way

    all control spun

    away

    i stood hostage

    by you and him

    and injustice

    was laid

    out, for clear

    display,

    the fear you

    had on that

    bitter day.

    ©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

    Photo by Ogulcan Ercal on Unsplash

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    2 responses to “I Stood Hostage”

    1. Artist/Poet_JayMoraShihadeh Avatar
      Artist/Poet_JayMoraShihadeh

      hey, thanks so much. Interesting insight, I appreciate the read my friend.

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      poeticallyyours360

      There is a profound that contrast a sense of liberty that is confounding in a way that the hostage may not want to escape, at least without the ability to free. well written and the stanza really gives it great flow, while the word selection allows a calm read. poetry at it best!

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