White cloth confines me
whenever I'm to bold,
Arms pulled to each side
folded like I'm told
My heart cries out
but my soul lives on
past this torturous abuse
My mind isn't clear
and my nerves aren't steel
so I'm of no real use
Tied and confined it isn't worth it today
to try to clear my head
I just want to be free and walk where I want
instead of playing dead....
Author notes
3. Some mornings its just not worth taking off my straight jacket.
A contest entry
- PIF - quote prompt. by Luckintheshadows.
450 points, ended March 30, 2008, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Great metaphor! It reminds me of how my ex wife made me feel EVERY DAY!
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I liked this I felt a lot of pain and allso a bit of me in this poem, great job
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nice scizochic
oh the harrowing confines of sz
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I like it.
Great feeling, girl.
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Wow. I really love this. I'd say I know how you feel, and how I relate to this, but my straight jacket is a figment of my mother's imagination.
but that aside, it's an awesome poem. I love the first stanza in particular, "Arms pulled to each side. Folded like i'm told." Brilliant lines.
xxx
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I can really relate to this piece with having schiz myself. Somedays its like why even try... i become so used to trying not to agrivate my voices that i was left doing nothing for a long time. I'm slowly starting to regain daylight promise
This is a great write. Thank-you for sharing
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I really enjoyed your take on the prompt!!! Thanks for entering and sharing your poem...
Luck.
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Wow I loved this so much! Really powerful fantastic imagery and metaphor throughout
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