Awakening

[thefirephantom]

The shoe fell off
the ledge and swings to
and fro by it's laces
twisted in it's own contrived
net of contorted suffering, it's
soul is suspended by it's
own follies and fowl choices
discontent rolls off in
waves of anguish and pity
in it's own helplessness
"freedom" it screams with as
much strain as its pain runs deep
but although the thought
has power, the shoe is too
weak to give it justice
all that comes out is a mournful
pealing face and eyes filled with
tears that can't be released
the child puts on the shoe
the shoe cannot refuse the foot
the child walks aimlessly
the shoe suffers quietly
the shoe is forced to walk
less aimlessly and to familiar
places: through the golden
arches of swollen guts, beneath
the bridge of sketchy exchanges,
passed the garden quickly to be in front
of the television of disimaginating
desensitization, "stop" the shoe
wails, but the stomps of the children,
the government, the society, are
too loud to hear the frail cry
transcend the absurdity of
the forces that dampens the cry of
one, the plea of an individual, but
not quiet a mass of minds, all clinging
to the central idea of rebellion
suffering in solitude helps no one
join hands, join ideas, join actions
rise to the next decibel and the words
of freedom will be heard by all
the shoe unties it's self from the
noose caused by the loud static of societal
nothingness, and rids itself of its
bondage to standards and norms
it breathes
it lives