A Life Too Ordinary ...

 

When I look at my life in retrospect,

It reveals itself

As a journey

Through paths dusty and corners mundane,

As if

I have been engulfed by four walls,

Deprived of an outer, eventful world

By leviathans of ground glass,

Which tease my existence such,

That when the raindrops knock on the windowpane,

I can hear their pitter-patter

Yet (alas!)

Can all but feel their curing caress,

Or smell the fresh air that they carry home.

 

Home! Yes, my home is a prison,

And my prison, a home.

For the bars behind which I lie

Fetter my fantasy

To rocks of platitude,

Responsibility and want.

And the darkness of my cell

Has so blinded me,

That I fear – to dream.

 

I am stranded in a desert,

Surrounded by a ‘silicic’ populace

Devoid of individuality.

I yearn for incident.

 

But the coin never favors me.

 

 

Reviews

[Lauren Xena Campbell]

Fantastic poem. Really wonderful imagery here. A very personal feeling piece that i think many people would be able to relate to. For lets face it, how often do we all get a little bored, or a little fed up, feeling the vastness of the world around us, yet secluded and shut off from it? How often do we all sometimes feel as though the world is not giving us our due? I really enjoyed this. Excellent piece of poetry!

[Roy]

Thanks!

[fotini]

"....but the coins never favors me"
wow amazing....!!!
the way you describe your home as your prison and vice versa seems so real and true!
you describe the fear to leave and the fear to stay....i think!
the fear that wa must face in life!!!!
great work!!!

[Michael X]

Wow roy, I have to be honest, brilliant piece to set the mind pondering on many facets,
from beginning to end the imager described the downtrodden hopefuls apiring to new heights,
this is a reading I would be proud to call poetry, a journey mapped with words,
and speaks to the soul of the reader.

[poetic soul]

this was a real gr8 deal! i loved the intro. though, the most! nice poem overall...

:) Smiles,
Poetic Soul