training into work
through that gap between
the window and the seat
catching a glimpse
of the dew wet landscape
renegade clouds, drift low
skirts the train tracks
translucent and free
early morning, escapees
not like me!
constantly searching within
the prison precincts
in this institutional society
seeking an alterative
but i am nobbled
by insecurity
the great pretender
who feeds on weakness
but not today
today, i am the captain of
my own burden
by gone Vampire!!

About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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