Finally sick,
of all the lies
and closed doors
of wasted
and ignorant rooms.
Confined,
to my safety zone
I am supported
in the right
but chastized
in the wrong.
I cry out,
tears stream down
my swollen eyes
and I,
call for my god
to reenter my soul
to show me the way.
Now I suspend
my weaknesses
and insecurities
to rediscover
the divine presence
for which I had lost.
So I leave
conventions
morals
thoughts
judgements
restrictions
and fear
behind.
I decide
to leave
to walk
to stray
to run
to find
something and nothing.
In warm and desolate silence
I walk
I'm free
I move
to discover
my destination.
I begin
to stroll,
to walk,
to run,
and I
am getting closer.
I hear,
off in the distance,
frantic voices
calling out
crying out
asking me
if I need help.
I simply reply
no
as I walk on
they repeat
for reassurance
for one second
I turn around.
Define to me,
help,
seing things your way
finding security
in imbalanced ways
hypocritic morals
and narrow minded viewpoints.
They look on,
confused,
shaken,
afraid,
angry,
they're offended.
I run,
down a street,
through an alley,
up a hill,
through the woods.
I'm almost there
but nowhere near
I don't know where
I'm going.
I continue
to walk aimlessly
without a purpose
but occasionally
I stop.
I enter
various buildings
examining
their ways of life
what they believe
but I press on
I cannot stay
for very long.
Author notes
When I'm outside walking to the other college building across the bridge, various ideas pop into my mind. This one was inspired by certain passages of "the Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test" by Tom Wolfe. As always, this is also inspired by my own experiences. Usually, on my way to the other building, I drift any which way. Of course, all others see me as a blind college student with a white cane with no idea where I'm going. It's annoying to constantly explain to them where I am going but that's beside the point.
I don't want to specifically delve in to the context of this poem so I will simply ask these questions. What is right? And what is wrong?
Comments
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Firstly, it interesting to think of your blindness in relation this poem. I can see you in mind not beeing able to see, but the way you describe it in the poem, in a furiguritive manner works realy well as an artistic idea. You have turned personal experience into art suberbly.
The form you have used for this is very appropriate. I see this piece as a journey. Therefore the form you have made use of utilises the content very well. It is very digestable, as a result of the short lines.
Denotative lines, such as
I'm almost there
and I
am getting closer.
They are cool, but I think that's a subjective thing.
Overall, I really enjoyed this poem. It sums up well the way you interpret the world and I think it will make me think differently when I come across someone with a physical disabilty and help me to see things from their point of view. So thanks.
I find reading this to be quite an enriching experience. Nice work!
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