Imprisoned

sorenbarrett

Paradise my cell, nature's heaven my hell
Marooned, banished all hope vanished 
My only words shared with poetic birds
Cottony ears of sky I beseech, a signal of rescue to reach
Deaf clouds move on and soon are gone

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 3rd, 2025 03:25
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  • Teddy.15

    Helplessness is what I find here, powerful and emotionally connected to what I also feel, about our world and our environment. Kudos my dear sorrenbarret 🌹

    • sorenbarrett

      Thank you so much for your read my friend and appreciate your interpretation

    • orchidee

      Good write SB. Yes, I left KP marooned on an island for about, oh, 20 years or so. Or I wish I could! lol. 'More sewage, dear?' are the beautiful words I say to her each day. It's my version of saying to her 'I love you'. heehee.

      • sorenbarrett

        Thanks so much Orchi for the read yes we all have our own ways of telling people we love them and marooned is not bad if one likes violet.

      • Paul Bell

        Loneliness is a disease, and a killer disease at that.
        Humans need to talk, and it seems now millions sit in empty houses decaying.
        Once upon a time you had neighbours, but not anymore in this world of privacy.

        • sorenbarrett

          Thank you Paul I appreciate your read of this piece and your understanding. Yes in a strange world where privacy extends to knowing your neighbor but not to anything else where all is exposed on the internet and government sources and nothing is private.

        • Katie B.

          Lovely, favorite line "deaf clouds move on."

          • sorenbarrett

            Thank you Katie for your read and kind words of support they are always appreciated

          • arqios

            Sometimes beauty and the beautiful are impotent and unavailable emotionally like a garden that although in full bloom does not evoke any intense emotion or doesn’t connect, hence the prison. Truly a sad state where beauty is a communal thing and expressed in companionability🙏🏻🕊️

            • sorenbarrett

              Thank you my friend for the read and understanding of this poem. Yes you have hit the core of the meaning in this one. It is most appreciated



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