Bliss
Poetry by: Amanda Williamson
You’re tucked away and safe and asleep
And the worst of the worst begin to creep.
They watch you while you rest and dream
And when you think and when you speak.
So you wake up and jump out of your bed;
Shake out the lies that swarm in your head.
You hide their pills up under your tongue –
They already believe they’ve long since won.
They’re oh-so-sure you’ll never get out,
They recline and relax and let their guards down.
Their heads are heavy and their eyelids droop,
You seize your moment before they regroup.
You take out their needles hooked up to your veins,
And clear up the haze that smothers your brain.
You can finally feel your feet touch the floor,
And you know it’s something you’ve never felt before.
So before they notice, you run, run, run,
And pray to their god they don’t have a gun.
The rain will pelt and your pace might slow,
But the harder you fight, the farther you’ll go.
Your chains will break and their grip will weaken
And you’ll lead the lost like an enlightened beacon.
Some may follow, but many will not;
They’ll sink down further in their cozy cots.
Their chains might rattle but that, they ignore,
And squeeze-shut their eyes and continue to snore.
They seem so content with their lives just like this –
Because knowledge may be power, but ignorance is bliss.
I Am Powerful
Childhood
