Sadness Poem by Kim Davies

Sadness



Stark white corridors
No windows, no doors.
No colour, no life.
Not even mine.
Just an endless maze
Corridors.
Going nowhere.
Just like me.
Today I can't be bothered,
Bothered to search
The endless search.
I huddle in a corner,
No refuge.
Scooped up
By human hands,
Returned to my cell,
My prison.
My life, my Hell.

(written by a nameless laboratory rat)

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Siddharth Singh 04 April 2010

No colour, no life, not even mine. This line more or less sums up the helplessness of the laboratory rat.

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Lesley Merrin 17 March 2010

Very clever. At first I thought it was an extended metaphor for someone who was locked in their own world like the lady who lived next door and went into hospital. Then I thought it was a prisoner in jail and finally I saw your comment at the end and saw it was a comment on animal cruelty. Brilliant! ! !

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