I’m contemplating the effects of these memories
the effects of these sounds and situations forever surrounding me.
I’m considering the boundaries and borders encircling my brain,
burdens as bombs exploding in the midst of my mind,
systems stifling my sanity
stealing every semblance of my common senses.
I’m sitting in the middle of my own silence
contemplating emancipation,
searching for a freedom that no society could present
longing for real liberty and a perpetually distant paradise.
I’m drowning again in useless memories
and a barrage of the irrelevant and unnecessary,
still searching for a freedom that I may never find,
devoured by a dream that I shouldn’t live with,
dwelling in an existence that I shouldn’t try to define…
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Profoundly moving, the pain, but also a sense of hope, loved this poem.
“Profoundly moving” – exceptionally so; “a sense of hope”? – maybe detectable under an electron microscope by a patent optimist and then only hinted at by some possibly faintly shadowed specter due to the poetic device of concluding with an ellipsis.
Thanks for your comment, R U. Cheers, Guy.
Thank you for your comment, Paul. Cheers, Guy.