Trapped In A Season

Autumn leaves falling down, red and orange and yellow

Never did I ever want to see it before

It felt long overdue, the new season

I felt like I was trapped the whole winter

Only had always ever heard of the cruelties of winter

Now I'm the one trying to get out, creep out

Could it be something, dragging me inside?

choking me from hindsight

Could it be nothing, vacant inside?

my mind holding me in chains

never mind the pain

All I see, is, people strolling up and down the street

My friends are laughing like there is no tomorrow

I see everyone clutching coffees, dancing to the beats

I see people, once beside me, never glancing at my state

I wanted to call them out once, let them hear me

But will they care to listen to, what I have to tell them?

What I had retained from them all these years?

All the years we were supposed to be, friends...

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Well, your protagonist can start by getting their own coffee to clutch. It always helps. I've spent the last two nights in a tent. It's not even bad weather for it here...sunny, lows in the sixties daytime highs in the upper eighties. But it it still gets damp and cold at 3 am...my body aches. This was just something my baby wanted to do. Making memories is always more important than staying in your comfort zone. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go clutch some coffee. (laughing) Loved the write...it was moody. I'm not moody, just parts of my body are completely uncooperative after two nights on the ground...okay, so I was on an air mattress in a tent...I still ache. This is my Father's Day gift.

[Mk.t.g]

Oh my god, thanks for such a wonderful review! Honestly, your first line 'your protagonist can start by getting their own coffee to clutch'... its so lovely, honestly.
Thanku for your time!!!

[Coyote Poetry]

Be invisible. The poem left me with sadness and some loneliness.
"I see everyone clutching coffees, dancing to the beats
I see people, once beside me, never glancing at my state
I wanted to call them out once, let them hear me
But will they care to listen to, what I have to tell them?"
The above lines left me with questions more than answers. New world seem blind to the things they should see. Thank you my friend for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Mk.t.g]

Thanku so much for reading!!

[berenongur]

As a person grows older, the loss of color in their vision increases the feeling of loneliness. I felt the defenselessness, the cry for help and the disappointment in your poem. I hope you are better now. I hope you have become your own best friend. A perfect poem.

[Mk.t.g]

thanks for reading... im trying my best to be my own best friend, thanku for ur comforting words tho

[Patricia Wedel]

My husband Roger and myself camped on Wooded family Land that we inherited .. it was the Hot Summer and we were comfortable and in our Sixties… We had a Zip up Tent with a screened in entrance so we were in Luxury. In the morning we watched a Racoon eat a dozen Eggs with his Paws that we planned to cook on an Open Fire for Breakfast that we thought was Safe in a Bag outside the Tent.. quite a Show and Performance. 🎭 we never encountered Snakes or Bears.. just a few Deer. This Land was in Delaware about thirty miles from Rehoboth Beach. Once a Low Flying small Plane flew over us that was made like a Balloon.. so much for Privacy…. Dear Poets and Friends. Amen.. Pat

[berenongur]

oww that really broked my heart, i felt all the pain and broken side of you. hope you doing well and also hope you keep writing

[Mk.t.g]

im doing well now, being happy and all that. Thanku for reading, though! Really appreciate it.

[NelliKong]

I can feel your vulnerability through your words. The line that stuck out to me was " but will they care to listen to what I have to tell them"? There are people out there that will listen to your story. Keep writing.

[Mk.t.g]

Thanku for reading, Nelli!