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Littered With Dolls

Updated on April 11, 2012
Downtown Norfolk, Virginia
Downtown Norfolk, Virginia | Source
Old Dominion University, where the speaker of the poem contemplates his thoughts.
Old Dominion University, where the speaker of the poem contemplates his thoughts. | Source

In tainted halls the primal stride;

In open spaces no place to hide.

Through enlightened rooms where the likewise sit,

Within these cubes no vacant wit.

The shackles of eyes do gasp for air;

The surrounding beauty doesn’t care.

Subjugation in its lightest form,

From across the street, inside the dorm.

Weary for sex this lust does burn,

From the within the skin the blood does yearn.

From quaint to immaculate, the distance short;

Don’t trust these feelings, good things abort.

The art of agony is mastered at best,

The prospect of failing an arduous test.

Buildings far and wide the city sprawls,

Thriving with crime and littered with dolls.

A world from what he calls his home,

Surrounded by people, one man feels alone.

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      Brian Lawson 5 years ago from Windsor, Va.

      Thanks Rahul! I wrote this one about four years ago when I was in college.

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      Jessee R 5 years ago from Gurgaon, India

      powerful worlds... happens to people in college all the time...

      going off to call mom after reading this!!

      great work man!

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      raciniwa 5 years ago from Naga City, Cebu

      yes, i agree that lust does burn...such a powerful poem poet...