Superhuman Prison

Superhuman Prison

A Poem by Khaotic Katastrophe

It seems to be.

That I have formed my own prison.

Within myself.

No one gets in.

Nothing gets out.

My thoughts.

I keep them to myself.

No one else hears.

My messed up run abouts.

My body is the shell.

A single tear from my eye.

A broken, helpless cry.

I fight against.

A lot more than just walls.

In my own prison.

Where I keep myself.

Away from everything else.

Yes, there is pain.

More than you know.

Somewhat disturbing.

Though, only at times.

Visions of life.

Race through my mind.

Like glass.

Shattered.

All with one…

Little blink of my eye.

Dreams and ideas.

Bounce about.

Chirping to me.

Of how,

 I could be someone.

Someday, somehow.

Though,

I do not believe them.

Sitting here.

In my quite, epic scene.

Alone.

In my own prison.

I hear music.

Soft and sweet.

Floating through the air.

With a most beautiful sweep

Without wanting.

I start to cry.

Remembering,

My crystal clear life.

Before the time of my sentence.

In my own little prison.

This is when

I say,

To all who will listen.

“I do believe it’s time to break free

From this thing

I have made…

This Superhuman Prison”

 

© 2010 Khaotic Katastrophe


Author's Note

Khaotic Katastrophe
It's long because it's choppy but that's how I wanted it. thank you for reading

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I like it a lot. It feels so sad, but I think you are also describing a determination to overcome your sorrows. After all, you didn't say you wished you were dead, or that life was pointless. You spoke of being in a prison...and someone who's incarcerated usually carries with him the hope of eventually being set free. I wonder what it is that you believe must be locked away in your head, never to be shown to the world. What is it that you are guarding in there, keeping everyone at a safe distance? Your poem made me wonder...which means it's an effective piece of writing. Great job! My only critical comment is that, while I understand you want it to be choppy, the sentences that are completed on the following line ought to have semicolons rather than periods to help the reader follow your flow of ideas.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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This is really powerful and very punchy. Deep, dark, introspective and clear. And the title really means business!!

Posted 13 Years Ago


This was really good. It was very deep. I enjoyed the flow of this. This was well written and had a very good message.

Posted 14 Years Ago


wow! i love it :)
it really sends ur message
keep writing cant wait to read more :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


you did a great job with this piece. awesome poem!!

Posted 14 Years Ago


its long, but, i really like this

Posted 14 Years Ago


I like it a lot. It feels so sad, but I think you are also describing a determination to overcome your sorrows. After all, you didn't say you wished you were dead, or that life was pointless. You spoke of being in a prison...and someone who's incarcerated usually carries with him the hope of eventually being set free. I wonder what it is that you believe must be locked away in your head, never to be shown to the world. What is it that you are guarding in there, keeping everyone at a safe distance? Your poem made me wonder...which means it's an effective piece of writing. Great job! My only critical comment is that, while I understand you want it to be choppy, the sentences that are completed on the following line ought to have semicolons rather than periods to help the reader follow your flow of ideas.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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