Sunday, June 6, 2010
Walls.
Ripping my hair out, my screams are unheard.
I am in jail. I am a gaol-bird.
What's going to happen to me?
They are on a killing-spree.
Why? Why do you do this to me?
You have blinded my eyes; I cannot see.
I am naked, clothless; stripped bare.
It's laughable to think someone DOES care.
Who? who are you?
What do you want?
Please, just give me a clue;
I can't bear all this; I just can't.
All this time; I was waiting for that savior;
Now I realize there is no angel;
I have to escape; I have to get out of here.
I have to bang the doors; I have to ring the bell.
Oh! It's beautiful; the divine taste of freedom;
It might be a deception, but it still feels good.
I am free, I am revived.
I am alive, I am alive.
I do not know who or what this song means literally. Feel free to guess.
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Perverted, petrified mind do I see when I go about reading your poem. :P Never mind, you just dont have any faint idea of what's happening around you while penning down this poem?
Good try! Way to go! :)
You'd given me a jolt on reading this!
Cheers,
Fella scallywag,
Gopsay
Perverted? Isn't that a bit too, well, non-contextual?
And yes, this does portray my bewilderedness and confusion at stuff thats happening around me. I just penned down my angst in the best way possible. I still don't know in what context this poem is, though. People are welcomed to guess.
I am,
SoBan
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