A poetic manipulation: which elements are sincere, which are deceptive, and which do I intend for you to perceive as genuine, or not?
In sterile halls, I wander alone,
A prisoner of walls, a soul overthrown.
The world outside, a distant hum,
A fleeting dream, a life undone.
I've lost count of days, of nights, of years,
As time dissolves, and hope appears.
A fragile thread, it frays and weakens,
A lifeline snapped, my spirit seeks.
The sun's warm touch, a memory now,
A distant echo, a love somehow.
The breeze's soft caress, a forgotten thrill,
A longing cry, a heart that's chilled.
I yearn to break free, to shatter the chains,
To dance in rain, to feel the sun's warm rains.
To breathe the scents, of blooming flowers,
To hear the songs, of birds in joyous hours.
But here I stay, in this confined space,
A captive heart, a soul in a lonely place.
The walls close in, the air grows thick,
I'm dying slow, my spirit sick.
The fire that once, burned bright and bold,
Now flickers dim, a dying ember cold.
The passion that drove, the dreams that soared,
Now wither away, like autumn's leaves, no more.
Oh, for a glimpse of the world outside,
A taste of freedom, a sense of pride.
To walk among the living and the free,
To feel the pulse of life's wild energy.
But still I wait, in this desolate place,
A soul trapped tight, a heart that's lost its pace.
The minutes tick, the hours crawl,
I'm dying slow, in this endless fall.
Yet still I hold on to hope's thin thread,
A glimmer of light in this darkened head.
A chance to break these chains that bind,
To rise up strong, to leave this prison behind.
For even in darkness, a spark remains,
A flame that flickers, a heart that still sustains.
A will to live, a soul that still yearns,
To breathe the air, to feel the sun's warm burns.
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This poem reminds me of just hope… great write
Thank you, Demar. I appreciate you stopping by to read my poem, but most of all, I appreciate your feedback, my friend.
This poem speaks of a prison of darkness in clear and most poetic terms. It has good rhyme and good flow and ends with that spark of hope that turns this poem from dark to a glimmer of light. Very nicely done
Thank you, Soren. I appreciate you stopping by to read my poem, but most of all, I appreciate your feedback, my friend.
You are most welcome
Good write F. Good wishes, if it's a poem personal to you.
No.Thank you, orchidee. I appreciate you stopping by to read my poem, but most of all, I appreciate your feedback, my friend.
I know you said it was cold in Florida, and that would keep you indoors. (Walked out to snow this morning, brutal.)
Hoping the burning sun sets you free soon. Actully hope we see the bloody thing this year.
Thank you, Paul. I appreciate you stopping by to read my poem, but most of all, I appreciate your feedback, my friend.
I\'m embracing the warmer temperatures this weekend with immense joy, knowing that the cold weather, which tends to cause me discomfort, will soon be behind me. The recent unprecedented cold snap in Florida, particularly on the east coast, with temperatures plummeting to the low teens and 30\'s over an unexpected four-week period, has been a remarkable deviation from the typical cold front pattern experienced in November and December.
Wow! Friendship, this has to be a fave. This reminds me, immediately, of the TV show, The Traitors, where one has to read "between" the lines to figure out hidden truths and deception (except in this case it doesn't end in being backstabbed for a loss of money. 🤣) So, I mean this in the best possible way. You’ve created a voice that sounds undeniably earnest, yet the invitation to question sincerity turns it into a game of perception. Is the despair real… or staged? The steady hope thread keeps us invested. “To breathe the air, to feel the sun's warm burns.” feels like both truth and bait. Intriguing work, nay fantastic work! Wonderful job, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you, Tristian. I appreciate you stopping by to read my poem, but most of all, I appreciate your feedback, my friend.
Most welcome, my friend.
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