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Mr_Squint
Junior Member

since 1999-06-27

Posts 17
Bankstown, New South Wales, Australia

0 posted 2001-11-18 09:06 PM

No open spaces for me.
No way to even be free.
Why are all the walls closing in?
It has been approved by someone’s evil grin.

Gasp! I need some air.
No this world’s not fair.
Can’t run, can’t hide,
Can’t break the rules I must abide.

Closed in, dark and all alone.
I can’t even hear a musical tone.
Where am I now? I am trapped.
Within the walls forever to be wrapped.

Looking for any way out.
Can’t even escape when I shout.
No body to receive my desperate cry,
Or to be a friend and say good-bye.

Of what will happen I am so scared.
No pain of mine can ever be shared.
Cold, grim and totally afraid,
My goals of freedom can never be made.

Hidden in this box so strong.
I’ve been kept here for so long.
No whispers do I ever hear,
Just my heartbeat full of fear.

Happiness or sorrow I have not.
A bullet and a gun which I will be shot.
That is all I need to be one
With the Holy Father and His Son.

With my sorrow I take flight
But am shot down like a light.
The urge to love is here again
But no one can I call a friend.

Nothing to do but look around.
Not a single soul to be found.
No matter to me is this.
No one is here that I can miss.

Not a single movement can I make in any way.
Just want to be free and to feel as I may.
So tight is it that I can’t even stand.
Or see the stars at night so grand.

The walls have their tight grasp and hold.
I have been here through the years so old.
My emotions have no need to be shy.
No one knows how many times that I cry.

What am I doing here? I have been told,
That I am here until my life is mould.
My questions have made me a maze.
So many that I am thrown into a daze.

Even to breathe is a difficult task,
Like the feeling of a tightening mask.
Can’t I be allowed to be free?
And find my family that misses me.

To have back my feeling I would take happily.
Even if it were only momentarily.
Will I be free? Does any body know
When will my angel eventually show?

Jenabou
Member

since 2000-06-13

Posts 215
Oklahoma/Nova Scotia Canada/USA

1 posted 2001-11-18 10:24 PM

wow.
this is really good
im speechless

The world is like a mirror; frown at it, and it frowns at you. Smile and it smiles, too
Be kind,for everyone you meet is fighting a harder battle

DawnG

Senior Member

since 2000-06-23

Posts 1494
United States

2 posted 2001-11-19 12:03 PM

Mr Squint,

I keep reading this poem and interpreting it in different ways each time. Very deep write.

Dawn

Lisa_bebe15
Member

since 2001-11-15

Posts 151
Florida

3 posted 2001-11-19 09:57 AM

I really loved that..It makes me want to read more poetry..I hope you read mine.

"Water Over Matter"

xShUgArHiGhx

Member Elite

since 2000-09-26

Posts 3150
tRyIn tO fIt iN2 mY oWn ShoEs

4 posted 2001-11-19 01:28 PM

Wow, this certaintly sounds like one heck of a struggle...great job!!

ShE'S nOt ThE kInDa GiRL..WhO lIkeS tO tElL tHe WorLd AbOuT tHe Way She FEEL'S aBouT hErSelf...ShE tAkEs a LiTtLe TiMe In MakIn uP hEr MiNd..

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