Poem: “Trapped”


My vision obstructed by the bars on my window as I watch the sun’s incline
Regrets escape for only a moment, moving along hastily as time.
Trying to drift away from this place of hate with gates laced with knives,
but I’m trapped within a cage that holds me close while manipulating my mind.
The stone walls whispers attempting to soothe my hunger while caressing my pain.
Freedom, I strive for though some days I feel as if my struggle is in vain.
My cries for help are smothered by screams of frustration, day to day stress I live through
Yesterday was like today and tomorrow is the same I’m trapped in a realm of déjà vu
Why’s are no longer summoned while my pillow fondles my neck and head
Nights no longer filled with sweet dreams only nightmares pictures of the dead.
Tucked neatly in my coffin longing for slumber, just wanting to rest in peace
Instead I’m trapped in prison from being caged in by the streets.


  1. Alison on October 16, 2010 at 12:11 AM

    This is beautiful, you place unexpected ideas together, like “walls laced with knives.” You convey the pain of repetition and nothingness very well…reminds me of the saying “its so soft it might cut you.”

  2. kassidilenae on November 17, 2020 at 11:28 AM

    Thank you for your vulnerability in this poem. I can hear the pain and longing in the images you create. I am inspired by your determination to keep going. I challenge you to look for the good in your surroundings and in yourself. You are heard, and you are worthy of a full and happy life. Keep writing!

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