As I hear the sound
Of bare feet on a marble floor
I know that I am walking through
The wrong door
Try to catch a scent
But the air is empty and cold
And almost suffocating here
In the fold
Open up my eyes
And all that should be white and pure
Is filled with eyes of prisoners
Us all boor
As I turn around
To flee back from where I came
My hands hit hard blank wood
I'm to blame
Panic in my search
I can find no edge or core
Beneath the signature I placed
He calls "encore"
Author notes
If any would be so kind, please give a short analasys (sorry for the spelling). Just.. what you think happened and where "I" am and ended up.
My own idea was, to die and go to heaven, and realize you aren't worthy of being there, (and neither are the others there), or to go to heaven and see that it's a prison for you - with rules that change you and that dictate your eternity.
Of course, it's much a matter of interpretation
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Your own interpretation is much different from mine. Mine was a bit more child-like and a little funny, whereas yours is dark and, heh, strange.
Away from religious controversy that I refuse to start, this could be taken from your previous commenters POV, or from that of a child (me. My age is merely a number). A child not knowing where they're going or why, suddenly in center stage again, with no way to go, and is forced to perform again in front of those "prisoners", who are also forced to stay and watch again. A write that plays with one's mind, I'd say.
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I like your interpretation! It's really different, but I find it cool that one can find so many different ways of seeing a poem.
Thank you for sharing your own thoughts on this, it's much appreciated!
~Maja
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Excellent
You painted a very vivid image with this poem. Definitely gives the reader the message of being a place of confinement with the mention of prisoners. But enough is left out for the reader to fill in as he or she wishes. I find the encore ending haunting, as if being said by some menacing He who was watching and intends other than your welfare.
Just my observation, but a great poem.
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...sounds like being locked away in a nice little institution....
be back on the 18th to read this again.
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