Treasure Island

Flencirose Basera


Trapped Bubbles!


Bubbles wildly rolling like trapped balls,
In a small space within me.
A place that controls me.
How can I release them?
Need I relate how it is?
Who will hear me?
Words are used differently.
Mostly they are used to define a picture.
Use words wisely and change a life!
Which words?
When you say words and do actions that reduce me.
That make me little.
Smaller than a dot.
Yet you smile and say, 'are you okay mate? '
You preach fairness and equality.
If I talk will you listen?
Will you hear me cry within my soul?
I am a person!
Just like you!

19/11/10
(Fifi)

Submitted: Thursday, February 03, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, July 17, 2012
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  • majid Alsaady (2/3/2011 9:09:00 PM)

    a fabulous urging question / such a heavy burden / a human failure / a gnawing
    and painful frustration that always end in non convincing philosophical turn /
    your loud cry is by no means the last / that is the fate and the fatal answer.
    thanks dear poet for the great pain you awaken a fresh inside me your reader. (Report) Reply

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