Reality
Missing home, because I feel at home;
It’s difficult to accept change.
Walking in circles with no direction to roam;
Remembering all those other ways.
Feeling lost, like I am trapped in a six foot box.
They say cats like to play in empty boxes.
Dancing on, never learned to foxtrot;
In this place there does not exist any foxes.
Waiting on change, waiting all day;
Waiting for tomorrow, waiting on change.
Tomorrow is a whole day away.
24 straight; try reading again.
Lost my place, found my pain.
I need my independence to make a change.
Cannot cook because they will not teach me.
Feeling bored, like I have been here for eternity.
All I want is a little normality.
That is not my reality.
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Author:
Aa Harvey (
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- Category: Reflection
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This fills me with claustrophobia and I want to know why he can't leave?
Sometimes you are trapped in a situation where it is impossible to change. You will be happy to know I escaped the situation eventually.
Peace, love and empathy.
Wow.... Brilliantly sad but hopeful with a flow like tha, it did feel like a trap. Lucky I found a key.
Thank you for sharing
This reality
Much peace and respect
Thank you for the comment. I too also found a key eventually.
Peace, love and empathy.
This poem was a great one.
Thank you.
Peace, love and empathy.
To a man in prison I would suggest mystical contemplation. Should he correspond he will be set free. Great write!
Thank you. This poem may sound like a man in prison, but it is not. It has another creativity source, which I prefer to not talk about, but thank you for taking the time to read my poetry.
Peace, love and empathy.
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