Closed. A Poem By Arianna Nyswonger ©

Sadness. 

Sadness comes when I see,

All those with a voice

Giving in to those around me.

The words penetrate their minds

Bodies

And souls,

They don't realize what they have done. 

Freely given,

As if not a crime,

Scared to death

To speak my mind. 

As my peers,

Decide my fate

All because of their reformed hate,

I become smaller

And smaller with time.

I open my mouth

To speak what I must,

But it falls on deaf hears. 

The loudest ones,

Have silenced all. 

Like a tyrant,

They try to make us fall. 

Drugged on media,

They quickly give away

All the freedoms that they crave. 

Like the lions 

In the wild

They eat the drugged and hopeless 

They devour their minds 

Enslave their souls

They think it a game,

To create this illusion

That so many admire.

They think that they will win,

They think we have no mind. 

The sheep with no way to break free,

Follow the wolf

The wolf claims to have the key

To their new formed destiny

But the key is rusted and moldy, 

It's to the door in which their death lies beyond

Not all of us are sheep,

There are the lambs that broke from the herd long ago

Although we are looked down upon

Although we are frightened

We are not the sheep being led to their slaughter

We are not the sheep 

So while the sheep dance to the wolfs happy tune

We will sit here and smile

For only they knew 

What we know

Sadness. 

For only the silenced 

Have the knowledge 

That the loud can't see. 

©Arianna Nyswonger, 2016