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Submitted by calliope on 16 October 2007 - 12:30pm.| Updated 11 May 2008 - 9:20pm.
Style / Type:
freeform
Locked in a straight jacket
Struggling to break free
I have no escape route
No magicians key
Bound by the trappings
Of life’s locks and chains
On the verge of breaking
Trying to stay sane
I’ll lie here inert
Maybe stillness is the key
Perhaps someone will come
To break these chains and set me free
I have no clever way out
For I am no Houdini
I have no great illusions
I’m right here ,why can’t you see me?
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
repetition of rhymes is intentional with the theme.
(1 vote)
calliope your poem
I hope this is not you now. I hope it was not you in the past. But if it was or is I think we all know how you feel. Feeling trapped and alone is a real downer. All I can say is join us here :-)
Maybe soon things will be ok there.
Truly.
Mark
On the mechanics of your poem the only thing I seemed to haver a problem with was the two “out” are very close together and kind of twisted my toungue.
Joy and Peace
Mark
This is not me now ,but was me in the past.I suffer from Bipolar and social anxiety disorders and this was during a bad patch I went through.But I am A O K.
So thanks for the comment and concern,your a sweetheart,
Lacy,
A suggestion
Why don’t you take a look at my poem Clarity ,it’s a bit more lighthearted and will give you a good chuckle.
Lacy,
Nice meter and good theme.
Nice meter and good theme. Who has never felt this way? Nice write!
bac with
back with “jaws of life” for you :)
been ok for around 7 years myself ;)
kindred spirita