Four solid walls
Closing
Confining
Keeping me in
Droning voice
Talking of things
Which I do not care
Names and Dates
From time now gone
But soon
The walls will burst
I will be free
Free to spread my wings
At least my arms
And quit this place
For now at least
And yet I will return
To be caged once more
By four closed walls
And a droning voice
So far from hypnotic
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Written March 10th, 2005
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isn't this what happens to people when they've been trapped so long (literally or even metaphorically). then they can't handle the freedom, glorious freedom...
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Bravo!
He he, I like that last comment. Now that I think of it I definitly picture a history class, especially in the second verse where it's talking about names and dates of the past. I'm not really sure that that was the aim of this piece that you were looking for but it seems like you might have been. Another great poem by you, keep it up. -
clucking like a chicken
Makes me think of high school history class, and the longing to be outside, anywhere else. Enjoyable, thanks -
extraordinary
Nice write!
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Yeah, I agree with All washed up. This is rather hypnotic. I like it Heather. Sometimes I feel like the walls are closing in on me. I don't like claustrophobia.
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I really like this... the name may be far from hypnotic.. but i think the poem was just the opposite.. wonderful wonderful...
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Good job with this, sis, as always...you should really write more, guess you're not inspired, though...I love the description in this, it was great...good job with this, sis.
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