Caroline Hammond The Conscience of an Adolescent AthleteI see you there Looking at me Pleading with me As a four-legged creature would beg for a bone. You want to venture out Out there where the chill stings Out there where pellets of hail rule as kings Where the snow melts and conspires with ice And sidewalks disappear in snow, Growing weary of the fight. Don’t you feel it? The heater is calling So enticing If I wrap you in a sea of blankets Will you desist? Doesn’t the angel’s wing empower The devil’s fist? Your white exterior Is screaming; Screaming for existence Cruel Cruel is your soul Your wanting, Your needing, Nothing else matters. Oh, stop it, I see you. I hear you It is all I hear I AM TURNING UP THE VOLUME Who am I kidding? Your voice within Blocks the passage in which sounds travel Technology cannot match that of your consistent babble. Your tongue sticks out as if laughing So I amuse you? Why do you think because you have laces You know everything? Are you aware of the rain outside? The enemy awaits Every second expanding its reign over the track Sinking in and destroying Your soul, your structure, your support Making you weak From the inside. Are you aware? Are you aware? No. Your greed; Too strong I will not give in. I refuse to give in. Yet the “no” sounds of sin. You enjoy this Twisting my thoughts Am I an object? A toy? A game? Well I can just say no Yet heart beats of shame Leave me be! You think you know me? Wailing of laughter Like from Alice in Wonderland, the obnoxious giggling Hatter? Why do you think I will just say yes? Why do you think my guilt will break down and confess? Why must you think your words so strong? And why have I been talking to myself so long? The TV is no longer amusing me. My eyes cannot concentrate on The moving pictures. The colors are blending into gray. Music no longer beats tunes of Freedom I am not free unless, I run…..
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