Waking up at midnight
in a room without a view,
taking up a book, you find
no pages to look through.
You bang upon the bleak grey walls
that bound your tiny room,
but Echo is the only friend
that answers through the gloom.
“How did it ever come to this? ”
you ask yourself in pain -
but cannot even hear your voice
for endless driving rain.
You yourself built this heartless space
from mortar and hard bricks
to guard against a cruel world,
to kick against the pricks.
Now, in this bed you’ve made, you lie
as evermore you must,
until your life shall pass away
and crumble into dust.
Too late you find that this our world
can never be shut out
except by sentencing your soul
to dark eternal drought.
A very well penned poem about how life sometimes becomes so bleak and troublesome.. The title too is really apt for such wonderful lines.. A well conceived poem that captures the existential angst of the speaker in a very chilling yet calm manner... A great read..
Well conceived and nicely crafted with conviction. A poignant rendition from the heart
a room without a view will cause you to wake up without a clue. Great poem.
Deep contemplative thoughts translated into a wonderful piece of poetry. Thanks for sharing the philosophy of life: You yourself built this heartless space / to guard against a cruel world,
congrats on having this poem as poem of the day. It sure deserves to be one. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic poem giving the eternal truth, Too late you find out that this our world can not be shut out Except by sentencing your soul To dark eternal drought. Very nicely penned verse. Thanks for sharing.10+++
Thanks very much for commenting on my poem!