Daniel Solan

The World That Is My Own

Here I am, enclosed and out smarted
by the sick self.
Welded together, a thousand bombs would
fail to break.
And to listen to the outsiders
talk of brighter days
brings only an eclipse upon the world that is my own.
Where tears come involuntary
and pain causes paralysis,
where the clocks chime has become minor.
Giving birth and harbouring
wicked, sombre thoughts.
Escaping my entrapment
is only distant thinking,
as i look up at the flecks of lustrous brilliance,
guessing only what thrives there
and how our atmospheres compare.

Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 19, 2006

Add this poem to MyPoemList
5 out of 5
0 total ratings
rate this poem

Comments about The World That Is My Own by Daniel Solan

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?