i would be an awful father

i would be an awful father

A Poem by freelancejouster

 

 

 

 

brightly colored blocks,

infant's toys,

 

my world is full,

or perhaps within

and pushes against its edges with loathing and contempt.

 

 

the word that echoes quietly,

mockingly, is

 

'trapped'.

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2011 freelancejouster


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Wow so profound and so simple. I love this. It really opens up the readers head with ambiguity and a deep deep thought. I like it a lot.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Although this poem is extremely short, it has an immense amount of meaning, and when you take into account the title it is easy to understand it. It's almost painful to read, and it makes me ache for anyone who has been thrust into such a situation without warning. The way you ended it was perfect, accentuating that someone who is put into something like this has no options; is, effectively, trapped. And the adjective "mockingly" highlighted that it taunts them and tortures them, making them long for freedom and escape...

Touching. 100/100.

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is sad.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on February 12, 2011
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Tags: children, future, toys, dark

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