Trapped

Trapped

A Poem by RoyRogers
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When the world is constantly moving and you are stuck in place

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Looking out a glass ball as the world revolves around you and you are unable to join it 

You are always stuck in your ball watching everyone move forward and on to better things 

but no matter what you are stuck in place wishing you could go with them 

you dont think its fair they are free to play and you are stuck to this ball no matter what you do 

You have no life of your own it simply revolves around what others are doing, 

if they decided to include you or exclude you 

Its like you are not really a person you are simply an ornament 

all you are good for is looking pretty and that is often how the world treats you 
As a worthless ornament 

You are easily forgotten, you are easily replaced, You are easy to not notice in a crowd 

Though even when someone does notice you most of the time you are just there looking pretty 

No good and no use to anyone else in this world 

This is when you realize your life was meant to serve others you are doomed to this fate no matter what you do 

You are the worlds servant and you will always be alone no matter what you do 

You will never escape this glass hell, you will always be stuck in the globe. 

© 2015 RoyRogers


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I liked this and the way your words made me feel confined and a bit claustrophibic. Good work!

Posted 9 Years Ago


This piece I can feel the frustration of having to serve others and as
annoying as that can be sometimes Jesus himself came to serve and
died doing so, we are called to live likewise and if we do all things for
Christ it will establish our thoughts, well written piece very thought provoking!
Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on March 23, 2015
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Tags: Alone, trapped, snow-globe, hell, prison, escaping, Help, stagnant, lonely

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