The Jar

When you live in a city like mine, nothing eciting ever happens.

I struggle

I fight

I hiss

I scream

As I try to find a way out

Of this horrible dream.

The air is stiffling

Sticky with sweat.

My life is like glass

So easily shattered.

I can only see out

No one else can see in.

For I'm trapped in this place

My life

Confined to a small, glass jar.

Reviews

[Chamil3001]

short and dramatic..

[jamie mae]

it is short, making it more dramatic. flow perfectly announcing the urgent feel.

[Coyote Poetry]

Some boxes can be ok. I was raised in Detroit. Too much was happening day and night in the old city. I like this poem. The symbol of the jar create a prison of boredom and wish to know excitement. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[SilentDreamer]

I've felt like this before, I think everyone has at one certain point or another. People can relate. Great job.

[Cassandra D.]

Very good.
It was very strong felt in a way.

[Revolved]

I feel like this every time I wake up and go to sleep. Life is a bit boring that you feel like you're stuck in a jar placed away from the exciting parts.
Very well write! I love this metaphore! It's amazing! Two thumbs up :D

[Cassiopia Summers]

Agreed completely. I too often feel like this. Great write.

[Cheyenne]

I like this! I feel this way alot because my family is HUGE i feel like im being me and no one else can see why i am the way i am and they dont care. Its as if im in my own little solitary confinement