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

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Comments

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

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Wordseffectbrew

Wed 12th Mar 2025 09:17

It is as much about you as it is I, I propose. We all have things trying to trap us. Thanks for your comment.

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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Tue 11th Mar 2025 11:37

Knock them down, and free yourself, Rich!

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