#imprisioned
Chained to these walls
I can see only the shadows
The fire gives light to these dark silhouettes
I call them by their names
Puppets, people, or books.
They're my company and must be real.
I perceive only what I see.
Silhouettes and shadows that are real to me.
I force myself to turn
My shackles are tight
I embrace the company of my companions
Puppets, people, and books.
I know them by no other names.
Inspired by The Allegory of The Cave
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 11:49 AM UTC
She was a prisoner,
Trapped in the shadows of the night,
Caged in the gloom of the world.
She sang songs of heart throbbing emotion,
And played melodies of continuous tragedies.
She wrapped herself in life's desolation
And felt the pull of never ending stress weighing her down.
But she stood under the relentless pressure,
And never wavered.
She heard tunes of everlasting joy and peace,
And never strayed.
She found her way through the darkness,
And never doubted.
A girl once born in clouded adversity,
Now blossomed in ceaseless exultation.
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 10:08 PM UTC
I heard a sob from behind the curtain,
In the darkness, I strained to look through;
It was not cloth, that was a bar.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 5:27 PM UTC