#confine
My fiery red heart is in the darkness
Its beat is suffocating, it’s almost breathless
As every second goes by, it slows easily
And with it every cell, every atom cries for help, warily.
It’s fighting so hard every day and every minute for its survival
But I can’t help but feel even demise seems like a better call;
Oh dear hands of relentless agony,
release my heart, return my sanity.
Oh great hands that own me,
return the good part of life ever so willingly.
I'll go along my way, away from you,
Away from this tension to anything and everything new,
Anything that’ll replace this suffocating pressure!
Anything that’ll release me from this trap laid for me to suffer!
Oh tight grips of confinement, please,
From this disgusting displeasure- put me at ease.
Allow me the privilege to feel anything other than this
TORTURE, SADNESS, PAIN, I beg- open your fists.
Oh Great hands that tugs my fiery red heart,
Return it to me before I lose all my colour to this dark.
I plead to you Oh Great Hands that possess me;
Open your fists, release your grip, gently put me down and gracefully leave me be...
For everything and anything outside your existence isn’t that bad.
I just want returned to me all the innocence I once had.
Oh Great Hands of unhappiness, what do you want from me?
Have I not given you enough? What more could you possibly need? Love, maybe?
But I will never love you.
I can never love you.
I refuse to ever love you.
Oh great hands of antagonizing pain,
I’ll never see the true beauty of this life if you keep me this chained.
What is that? Your words aren't very clear!
Tell me if it's right- the words that I hear;
"Oh my precious, it is you who is the beholder of this chain.
It is you who’s holding on to something without healthy gain.
These grips have long released you from this displeasure ,
Oh my darling, it is you who is refusing to be free, refusing closure!"
Oh Great Hands that had me, return and bind me into this darkness where we once played,
bind me to you so at least I have someone to blame for this weight that never seems to fade.
Oh Great Hands that opened their fists, hold on to me and take me away from this world,
it’s not as beautiful as I thought, take me away and hide me like a pearl.
I swear I’ll not complain anymore, I swear I’ll not fight you, I swear I’ll love you.
I swear I’ll love you and all the pain you come with ever so blue.
Oh Great Hands, I beg you, please save me-----
From myself...
-fir.m
Mar 3, 2021
Mar 3, 2021 at 4:38 AM UTC
isn't it a wonder
that confinement
from the world
into a world
of prisoners
is punishment
&
that confinement
from the world
of prisoners
into a world alone
in an even
greater punishment?
- - -
then what about
those of us
that are confined
to ourselves
by ourselves
with our thoughts?
is that the
greatest punishment
of all?
Dec 8, 2020
Dec 8, 2020 at 2:03 PM UTC
“Be yourself,”
But then they tell me to change.
“Be unique,”
But then they frown down on all my differences.
“Don’t conform,”
But then they force me to follow their standards.
“Always love yourself,”
But then they call me narcissist and arrogant.
“Be kind,”
But then they tell me to stop being fake.
“Just relax,”
But then they call me lazy.
“Work harder,”
But then they call me too uptight.
“Money can’t buy happiness,”
But then they laugh at me for not being rich.
“Weight doesn’t matter,”
But then they tell me I’m not skinny enough.
“Enjoy being young while you can,”
But then they tell me to grow up.
“It’s okay to be sad,”
But then they tell me other people have it worse.
“Do what you love,”
But then they tell me I’ll never be successful.
“You’ll be okay,”
But then they leave me for someone else.
“It will get better,”
But then they tell me that I’m being overdramatic.
“Be yourself,”
But I no longer know who that is.
Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 2:21 PM UTC
stop apologizing
when you want to say "get bent"
stop worrying
about ruining his career
when he makes your world a living hell
stop confining yourself
to four line stanzas and iambic pentameter
**** writing for anyone else
when it is your soul that needs soothing
may your words overflow the lines that have been drawn for you
stop hanging on
to the person you once though existed
detach yourself from the veiled existence
and run the other way.
you shine too bright to let anyone dim your light
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 11:15 AM UTC
I am anything
But not less than amazing.
I can see
the deeper beauty in me.
I can feel
the pain which is real.
I have the fear
of losing my dream.
Unspoken thoughts
are roaming in my heart.
Beautiful life blossoms
Don't want to confine myself.
Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 6:59 AM UTC
I had to put boundaries
when it came to you
to avoid being myself completely,
because for you I was
too deep
too emotional
too attached.
I was either “too much”
or “too less” in your eyes.
It felt like I was confining
my ocean in your river.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 12:05 PM UTC
_turquoise_ _shimmering_
_sultana_ _in_ _confinement_
_tigress_ _on_ _a_ _leash_
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 12:20 PM UTC
My emotions run wild,
But the words confine.
Even if I murmur a word,
My wetty eyes will cry.
Back then,
The world was so big,
And I so small.
The whole empty me,
has no scent of her own.
But You made me begin.
So we Begin for us.
And now has come so far
And still many miles to go.
But now,
Amid all the Chaos,
Amid all the love,
Amid all the hope,
Amid all the seeking,
Amid all the Euphoria,
Amid all the grief,
Amid all the bewilderment,
You are leaving.
Leaving me,
To carry on all own my own.
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 7:37 AM UTC
you pasted scars all over my back
And showered it with salt
"Did you shout?"
Darling, how I wish I could.
I struggled to make a sound.
Any sound.
A mere whimper is enough to suffice my ears,
Ears that have been worn out by the walls.
Screaming at them.
screaming at me.
only the sound of the whip slashing against my bare skin has been keeping me company.
Hell, it almost sounded like a song.
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 10:55 AM UTC
He set himself free out of the confines
he was in, after much misery and suffering.
To free his mind out of jail's jagged logic
was, an exorcism of many kinds, for long.
But the rudest shock came when he found out
that the so called jail didn't have any lock at all!
Who then was the renegade, in the first place
that made him believe, he was a prisoner of life?
A pointer on " how to look" for all of us who deviate,
hallucinate and take it as truth,without any question!
How many still are locked up,in the dark confine of minds,
thinking there is no way out and the key is lost for ever.
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 2:06 PM UTC
In a room, with the walls painted grey,
A bed, a cupboard, a table and a chair, finds their place in its emptiness.
The curtains, of a melancholic shade, drawn shut, as if the sun burns
Wrapped in solitude, my eyes can see better in this dark.
No voices, no people, only the walls to listen to,
The stories mentioned by its inhabitants that passed through.
The grimness ever spreading, reiterating a life's worth of tales
This solitary confinement is a saving grace, as the world outside fails.
And with passing time, I chose to hide
Rather than face my fears waiting outside.
Within these grey walls,
I see a chance to be at peace with myself, until one day, the heavens whisper its time to come home.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 5:49 AM UTC
As time cant be caged into an hour glass.
Only if you could confine the Noor of the light itself into a jar
would a poet ever stop writing ...
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 4:05 AM UTC