Catcher in the Rye
Like as a man confined to a diminutive cell,
As am i confined to the unforgiving world.
I'm surrounded by the walls of hypocrisy and ugliness,
Whose concrete soul bombards my mind.
Yet through out my emotional depress,
There Still, in the midst of my suppression,
Shines, shines, a small light through the cracks of hope,
Whose voice radiates in my abominable setting,
Bringing love and understanding.
Thus as a child, the innocence of this world,
Takes away the follies of man kind,
Replacing it with joy and peace,
Breaking down the walls, which stood tall in my mind.
Though I am now free, the stones from the broken walls remains,
As a reminder of my abominable past, and as my motivation,
My motivation into the hardships I'll have to face.
I will climb over these broken walls and into the vast Rye,
Protecting the young from the deceitful world,
Guarding their innocence with my heart,
Catching them, when they fall,
I am, I am, the Catcher in the Rye!
By: Sheldon Whittle
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