Searching
In the corners
Of a mirror
To the soul.
She thought she found
A remedy
To end
Dark hole!
Searching
In the face
Of a timepiece
For mankind.
He thought he found
A solution
To stop
Troubled mind!
Fleeing
From existence
Through a gateway
In her head.
She discovered
Nature’s Freedom
To end her feeling
Dead.
Ordering
The chaos
In the space
He called home.
He learned
Man’s rituals
To shine and sparkle
Chrome.
May it be found in fancy?
May it be found in clocks?
What are they really searching for?
Is there a key?
Who made the locks?
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem comes after chapter 17 whiich is as far as I have got.
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Thought provoking poem, I think most of us construct our own prison.
I know I hate being told that.
Get out of your own way!
😳
By people about myself I mean... Not your comment... I agree with it...
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I made the locks. Made the keys too. You looking to buy?
Lol. Just jokes. Lovely poem though.
Ahh, I believe everyone is searching for acceptance. Except for those kinds of people that just wanna start up trouble.
Two kinds of people I tell ya' hwat. Anyhoo, I do like this.
You have locks and keys? Hey it wasn't that kind of poem lol!
Sometimes I start up trouble quite by accident!
Thanks for your response 🙃
Great structure and makes you think - needs a reread but great write.
Thank you Michael Edwards. I'm not a structured clever poet. Just s novice. I write how it plays in my head.
You're a natural Sylvia.
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i like the title and it is every person's wish to experience that peace.
Indeed it is.
This poem made me think of how I've come to see life - I struggled a lot with "being told what to do" and "being what everyone wants you to be" when I was young - and then "failing" because I went my own way..... I didn't want to let people down but honestly didn't want to go with the establishment. This sounds like a cry about getting away from a lot of what society tells you you have to do or not do. Of course I don't mean doing awful things instead - just that it is better - although perhaps lonelier - to just be oneself instead of "polishing chrome" to stop from thinking about things......... life is simple if we don't make it complicated.... and so much more beautiful. I've never regretted making my own decisions.
Hey lorna, thanks for your response. It means s lot when people find some connection in my words. Makes me feel less like an alien somehow.
In the end we all make our own 'decisions'
We create our own prisons. But why and for what purpose and perhaps there in lies the keys?
you really don't need a key, or lock either. great write!
Oh man (and woman) is born free but everywhere she is in chains!
Thanks for reading and commenting mr Pauly 🙃
how about
needing a file.
There is a key but it takes time and experience to find the one that fits the lock but it is out there, I found mine many years ago and have lived my free and happy life ever since as I go into the evening of life.
Free and happy sounds good. Like Keats I wait for Autumn!
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