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Modern Stress Trap
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Modern Stress Trap |
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kat Member
since 2000-05-20
Posts 387 |
Modern Stress Trap Spinning, spinning What’s happening to me Can I not feel Where are the trees And the flowers And the birds that I used to see Blue skies They used to be there At least I thought They used to be Why is it that I don’t care Life used to be so wild and free Consumed with nothing At least Nothing to me Not what’s important Not like the things That I said, would be Running not walking A wilderness Unfamiliar to me Climbing, falling What’s going on I have to break free Free yet trapped Is this what it’s come to No! Not me! I won’t let this happen I won’t give in To modern society I want to go back To a place Where I can grow I want to go back To the place I used to know |
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MysticalNights Member
since 2000-05-17
Posts 112Oklahoma |
kat, What a sad poem. You can really feel the confusion you've expressed here. Keep your head up! These "slumps" pass.... |
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Kit McCallum
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since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
If you find a way back Kat ... please let me know ... I wanna go too!!! Enjoyed your poem! Best wishes, /Kit |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Kat I can totally relate to this, I hate large cities and crowds, I even had a claustraphobic experience in a shopping mall (in Ireland, they are about 100 times smaller than the ones in America.) great poem, Running not walking A wilderness Unfamiliar to me Climbing, falling What’s going on I have to break free ------------------------ "Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too? " Douglas Adams. "Here chewing your tail is joy" Richey Edwards "Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time". Baltimore Grotto |
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kat Member
since 2000-05-20
Posts 387 |
What I love most about poetry is how many ways some poems can be interpreted. This poem is about how stressfull and fast things have become in our modern times that we are so focussed on the daily routines, bills, problems that we fail to look around us and enjoy what's really out there. Things that are far more important then any material thing will ever be. That's why I mention the birds, trees, flowers and blue sky. These are just some of the many things too many of us take forgranted, and for what? The modern stresses of life. That's why also in the end I say I want to go back to the place I used to know. The place I'm talking about is the stress free life most of us have as children. Thanks for the wonderful responses.  Kat |
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Dakota Member
since 2000-05-25
Posts 125New York |
The saddest sight ever to be. Is not to see the forest but for the tree. Well put Kat! Sometimes that which we overlook the most, is that which is right in front of us. |
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kat Member
since 2000-05-20
Posts 387 |
I couldn't agree with you more Dakota. Kat |
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