Calice
Poetry
Edges of the Game

Usylum

We were taught to be afraid of ourselvesThose who were involved a little too muchTheir reserved place in the sanitary

The ones who knew themselves a little too muchWe punished them

The ones who seek the definitions of their ownAs they couldn’t breathe in a language they didn’t own

The so called lawmakers called them in for a beatingBurn all your books they said

Needless to say the searchers of language refusedAll at once they started screamingScreaming from the death beds they so consciously choseBut everyone knows what happens if you cross the approved line of anomaly

We are taught to be afraid of each otherFrom those around usTo be hyper vigilant and alarmedAs if all the good overnight becomes the badAs if for lawmakers meeting their doom, we should get sad

You see everything my dear was meant to divideSo you couldn’t hold hands with the stranger besideWe were taught to fear each other

Paranoia turned into bruisesBecause no one wants to be the first to get hurt

At least we have the title victorian for a reasonWe call those the victors who played the game lawmakers createMeanwhile the thinkers were concernedThe laws were made so they would on paper seek asylum

So that they couldn’t embody the sights of the society and help us grow