Locked miserably in this dingy cell
I am benighted and battered
All I see is darkness
No stars, no moon in my sky
Only meteors of dark thoughts
Screaming past, colliding and emitting sparks!
My mind is a nocturnal street
Where dark memories wander
Like frightening phantoms!
I was born an orphan
Whom a ‘mother' begot
And then conveniently forgot!
With no polestar to guide,
No nest to call my own,
None to claim as kin,
I drifted aimless through life.
Grew up in the street
Like a dog in the driveway
Barking at people
And ended up behind this iron door
That stays firmly bolted
From the world of color and scent,
I am cut off by this barrier.
All my screams, all my shouts
All my cries for help
Stifled behind this iron door
My yesterdays locked,
And my tomorrows blocked
By this iron door
All I see is smog, fog and haze.
Monsters and fiends of thoughts,
Are my companions
Here, no bird sings
What I hear are the rumblings of my stomach.
Hate lives and grows in every breath
I see nightmares even in my wakefulness
Shudder under the whiplash of my conscience
In this dingy cell, all my sanity slips
Peril looming large, I try to gather
The pieces of my fragmented self
Bloodied and badly bruised
I am only a step away from hell
Release me from these shackles
Lift the darkness off my soul
Break open these binding chains
Strip down this iron door
Set free my captive spirit
Let me see another sunrise!
The wailing of a jailbird a great poem that narrates the suffering meted out on circumstances that was totally against the life itself and it is a heart felt emotional poem that created wonderfully realistic it seems. I likes it very much.
My yesterdays locked, And my tomorrows blocked ... Set free my captive spirit A powerful plea of the locked soul.is equally powerfully rendered.
Release me from these shackles Lift the darkness off my soul Break open these binding chains Strip down this iron door Set free my captive spirit Let me see another sunrise! .......so touching and meaningful. A great philosophical poem is amazingly delineated. A life on hope for another sunrise... brilliantly put. Five stars.
" Stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage." The real prison is in poverty, neglect, and the imprint they make on the psyche. This is a very powerful verse, Valsa.
When no stars, no moods and no light is seen this provokes thought to wonder in darkness. But darkness does not last for long time. This will be expelled by light and wisdom. Breaking the binding chains the bird will fly away. This poem is very interestingly penned.10
graphic and wonderful look at the down trodden...are we all so lucky not to live behind that door as so many orphans do...it makes a merry xmas a wailing song... thoughtful for you to write the wrongs in life...regards and a joyful xmas
Jailbird spends time in sorrow and sings, All I see is darkness No stars, no moon in my sky. Wonderful presentation. While the bird becomes free sings the essence of freedom and happiness. Beautiful poem really shared on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A heartrending write. Very impressive. I loved the visual here - My mind is a nocturnal street Where dark memories wander - and very sorrowful here - Whom a ‘mother' begot And then conveniently forgot! - I can't imagine a mother doing this.