Insecurity

training into work
through that gap between
the window and the seat
catching a glimpse
of the dew wet landscape
renegade clouds, drift low
thread-bare,
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!!

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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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