The reality of condemnation.

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Huw, Jul 9, 2016.

  1. Huw

    Huw Well-Known Member

    I’ve been where you are my friend

    and felt what you feel

    you might think

    you’re an island

    but you are part of a land mass

    that is called humanity.

    I remember the tribulation

    I recall the anguish

    the feeling of being trapped

    the desire to escape

    the weight pressing down

    seemingly to crush me.

    If I ever get out of here

    let me out of here please

    invisible chains

    invisible and yet tangible

    bars and a locked door

    is there anybody there to hear me?

    I give up

    I really do

    so what?

    these are just words

    and empty words at that

    I’m nearly at the end of my tether

    but I never seem to get there.

    Trapped, alone, afraid

    not able to admit even to myself

    who it is that torments me

    cursing, violent, soul destroying agonies

    restless mind that longs for just one night

    of undisturbed sleep…peace, sweet peace

    that’s what I need.