Living In A Cell. Poem by Charles M Moore
Living In A Cell.
Sitting in his bedroom
that measures twelve by eight
he types life on a plasma screen
of how his life is great
and people read his stories
that conjure up his world
and add to the descriptions
he discloses and unfurls
they say 'He has such wisdom',
'Wish I was smart like him',
little knowing really
he too wants to be him
another lonely evening
another tale to tell
the mystery of poets
living in a cell.
Amazing perception throughout and brilliantly written. Great stuff, Charles! ! Brian
This is such an open and honest type, I like it, thanks for sharing Love duncan X
Very insitful poem Sir.....did enjoy the read.......kinda a new twist on an old fable a little more modern........Great write
A very deep thought, and it speaks the truth for some. Well done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 4:25:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The freedom of the cell entices. In solitude is liberty. Ok, so it's also depressing. But it's better than being with one you don't love.