These four walls
Ever still am I
Where freedom swells, breaks and lies
Lost in a room of my own making
My frantic mind unabaiting
The key holder to a door with no lock
This time it is I who is out of luck
Thoughts sway and dwell upon the question
Staring at the whitewash in my mission
Could hell really be so pale?
The body and mind eager-eyed in a chess match
Sweating as the needle skips along the groove
Still waiting to play the first move
Am I productive or is this madness?
A longing for goals, aims and sadness
Any spec of emotion could perhaps end me
I could even succumb to a love-sick envy
Yet numb to this world that now has me
If these walls could fall, I'd be free
Rolph David
Wed 12th Mar 2025 18:00
Hi Rich,
The imagery of the four walls in your poem immediately brought to mind the song "5 Meter Mauern" (i.e. 5 meters of walls) by Elen, where the metaphor of towering walls reflects a sense of confinement and longing for escape. Your portrayal of being trapped within your own mind, with the line "If these walls could fall, I'd be free," echoes that same sense of yearning for liberation, though with the uncertainty of whether that release will ever come. It’s a powerful expression of the internal struggle — a desire for change and freedom that feels just beyond reach, but still, that longing suggests the potential for transformation. That's great poetry!
Regards,
Rolph