Static
There is static everywhere,
At every corner or crevice,
Except inside.
I am never taught to fight,
Only to submit.
Never to resist,
But to comply.
Never to stay willing,
But to whine.
Never to stand my ground,
But to crumble inside,
From the dead weight,
We call life.
Not to look straight in the eye,
But to avert my gaze,
From the common enemy,
Of mankind.
For it is the sin of accepting,
Suffering as a life.
As a motion to be passed,
As a means to achieve,
What does not serve me.
You see, I've been taught many things,
But never, to live a life.
/Published in the anthology 'The leverage in words' available on Amazon/