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Mr_Squint
Junior Member

since 1999-06-27

Posts 17
Bankstown, New South Wales, Australia

0 posted 1999-07-20 07:53 AM

No open spaces for me.
No way to even be free.
Why are all the walls are 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 muscial tone.
Where am I now? I am trapped.
Within the walls forever to be wrapped.

Looking for any way out.
Can't even eascape 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 affraid.
My goals of freedom can never be made.

Hidden away in this box so strong.
I've been kept here for so long.
No wispers 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 I am 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 anybody know
When will my angel eventually show.

Delores Hall
Member

since 1999-07-16

Posts 342
USA

1 posted 1999-07-20 11:39 AM

Well written and I like the name. This is good. Keep writing.

Mr_Squint
Junior Member

since 1999-06-27

Posts 17
Bankstown, New South Wales, Australia

2 posted 2000-01-12 05:31 PM

I simply love this poem. How about YOU?

Munda
Member Elite

since 1999-10-08

Posts 3544
The Hague, The Netherlands

3 posted 2000-01-12 07:01 PM

To be free, to be really me, what miracle that would be ! : ) Emotional poem. I enjoyed reading it a lot. : )

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