Perry Poetry: Unedited and Unfinished

Untitled Number One

I’m starving out here in the middle of the night,
Even though the campus is filled with light.
Light that keeps my eyes open even when there’s nothing to see,
Because everything is illuminated except for me.

People walk in groups only thinking of themselves,
Different volumes, on different shelves.
Read a few pages and then realize,
That every word, I despise.

Every note that comes out of their faces,
Becomes a song that the truth replaces.
As soon as I leave, to listen to silence,
I realize that we all have a reliance.

On being able to express empty thoughts,
To people that are essentially bought.
And sold by a communal feeling,
Of being excepted under one ceiling.

And if you were to build your own quarters,
Without the permission of many supporters.
Do you think they would let it stand,
Or would they leave you to be alone in your land.