Night is falling,
sleep is arriving,
the hamsters small cage,
reeks of confinement.
The plastic yellow wheel,
continuously spinning,
sounding like an unoiled hinge,
echoes in my mind.
Constant squeaking reminds me,
we are both going nowhere,
never reaching our goals,
ending at the beginning.
Starting points seem endless,
like searching for true love,
it seems to never quite end,
the torment never stops.
Never knowing where we are going,
the circle never ends,
only death will end his circle,
my fate must not be the same.
My life in my own hands,
my thoughts tell me,
I must go somewhere,
somewhere soon!
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Written June 29th, 2004
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I give you clappy men
for hoodwinking.
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*HOODWINKED*
Excellent metaphorical poetry. I love metaphorical poetry. Wonderful way to put that your mind is driving you crazy and that your own life is in your own hands and you need to get on the road to somewhere.. Excellent work. Great work. By the way, you've been hoodwinked. Kassie -
Did you?
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Hmmm..... You forgot the author comments in your Author's box... but other then that, I thought your poem, was good... Good job, keep writing, and good luck in my contest. Well, laters.
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Pretty dang good. Kinda wierd tie in with the hampster. heh. But good.
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Great!!!!
You say something in this piece that so many people deny feeling and that is the feeling that their life is going absolutley nowhere. I really like the end where they take it into their own hands and decides it's time to go somewhere. It's very well-written and you did a great job!
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