The Fragile Facade

The Fragile Facade long poem

How frail, in truth, is the world that we tread
The captains and kings predicting calm seas ahead
As they’re riding high, upon their silver spoons
Laughing, as below the world withers; dying blooms

How thin the membrane of life’s brittle bubbles
Building our barriers and avoiding all troubles
Do we wonder at the reasons; do we hide or protect
As we inch to the edge to see what we can detect

What was that sound; was there movement out there
Should I really be asking; do I even dare
Tentatively touching the flimsy façade
So supple is the skin that I, daily, guard

Looking back at my life; the days growing harder
The air is much thicker; little left in the larder
Hands hardened by toil beneath a burning sun
Yet there, outside, I hear people having fun

Am I guardian or prisoner within this creaking cocoon
A creeping curiosity and yet, gone just as soon
As I wonder what would happen if I pressed against the skin
Would it hold or would it buckle, this shield of light, so thin

But wait, now all is silent; the laughter there has ceased
And what’s that sound from up above; the sky looks like it’s creased
Did they read my thoughts; hear my questioning refrain
Better back off slowly and hope the bubble takes the strain

I pray now to the masters that my bubble doesn’t burst
To leave my family dying of hunger and thirst
Better get back to the fields and plant my meagre seeds
And hope that nobody noticed me and my selfish deeds

A quick look over his shoulder and he’s so relieved to see
The shadows have receded; he is once again ‘free’
And deep down within, he breathes a sigh of relief
For nothing good can come from upsetting the chief.

But somewhere deeper down there lies a lingering doubt
Getting stronger by the day; pushing to find a way out
Questions to ask, needing answers from all those
Who do all they can to conceal and transpose

One day it will grow, for him, too strong
To resist the urge and it won’t be long
He fears the time, for he knows it must come
The questions will burst free, as bullets from a gun

Destroying the flesh of this fragile façade
Revealing a world now so desolate and charred
The one that the masters do, so often, tell
The world once our home, now a smouldering hell

But we’re safe in our bubbles, our wonderful worlds
They tell us to be quiet and be good boys and girls
They will look after us so we don’t need to fret
Just work and raise a family; all you need, you will get

And life as we know it is, once again, stable
A daily routine to put food on the table
He tills his fields and sows his meagre seeds
And forgets, with a grin, his recent misdeeds

At the end of the day he lays down his head
But the pit of his stomach hides a darkening dread
For the questions return with vengeance and might
As he settles, once more, for a long restless night

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ALL POEMS ©2015 DARREN SCANLON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. * Words and music have always played a major role in my life. A life without being able to enjoy music and express in words would be, for me, empty and cold.I have been writing since age 16, some 30+ years now but have only recently started publishing my works. Since doing so in Dec 2013, I have published 4 novels and 5 volumes of poetry, (available on words are my life. If they touch you in any way, if you are able to take something from them, then my work has achieved its goal and I am a happy man.Welcome to my world. Darren.
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Nice writing, Darth!!


I really enjoyed this poem and will when the bubble around me isn’t vibrating & bursting to breaking point came back and enjoy it all the more.


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