Poem: “Trapped”
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.
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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.”
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!
You have an incredible vocabulary and utilize it well. This poem really painted a picture so vivid, you could almost touch it. Keep writing, expressing yourself through poetry, and expanding your vocabulary!
You used great descriptive language, and I really enjoyed when you said “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.” your summarization of what prison has been like for you has been very interesting to read. Every day is starting to feel the same like you are getting deja vu, and you strive for freedom but it seems so far out of reach. I am sorry for what you have been feeling, keep fighting. Great poem.
Your poem “Trapped” is written very well. I’m glad that in all the darkness of life you are able to find an escape in poetry. Keep working hard and stay determined to achieve your goals, no matter how big. You got this! Great work!
A moving poem. I like the strong narrative and the recurring theme of entrapment and desire for freedom. The simile “gates laced with knives” is a powerful image that conveys not only the dangerous nature of being imprisoned but also hints at the emotional pain and suffering associated with being trapped.
Continue to express yourself through writing.
When reading this i got a little teary eyed, I’ve read many poems y now and the most common thing in them is the fact people feel like they’re in cages. Not only literally but emotionally and mentally as well, it’s hard enough to express yourself in the outside world now you’re restricted to a tiny cage with nothing. Telling us their everyday life shows how things are differently compared we are. The descriptive language in this really spoke to me and made me feel the poem.
thank you for writing
This poem vividly expresses the torment of feeling trapped, both physically and mentally, using powerful imagery of prison bars, stone walls, and endless cycles of pain. The repetition of days feeling the same and the contrast between longing for freedom and facing relentless frustration create a strong sense of hopelessness. The final lines, where the speaker connects the streets to their imprisonment, provide a thought-provoking commentary on how external circumstances can shape internal struggles.