Locked in or out

Locked in or out

 

 

i was irrelevant back when it mattered

i had nothing to add---to elaborate

it was all said and done

and i simply observed the significance

as if it were a cell i didn't

want to occupy---

yet i walked and sang in harmony with the cause

i felt something stir within--

like a bear waking from hibernation

but i could only elicit a slight growl

and return to the slumber

i clung to with a crazy glue apathy

 

i wished i had mattered once

then i would have the comfort of knowing

that i might always will.

 

 

erin-cilberto

9/13/17

Reviews

[Paul Bell]

I sort of remember an ex girlfriend say that to me.
Someday you'll be gone, and i'll probably not notice.
Sad thing is, she was probably right.
Maybe that's why we walk by gravestones.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for sharing your experience and insights, Paul.

j.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

The first line of this poem resonated so strongly. We never know we matter, until we do. A sleeping bear (great metaphor) is still a bear- the growl just takes a little longer to be heard.the plan may just be that we do what we can when we can, and maybe that time is pre-written? We all are so fortunate that you can now-Kudos!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Annette.

j.

[Lydia Shutter]

But you don't know that you didn't....because none of us knows that. Maybe the ones we wished would show us some attention wished we would do the same. What might have been looms. Great metaphor. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, my friend.
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ah how we simply take the path of least resistance even when we feel strongly about something be it a local or a global matter. As we grow older the strength to fight, even with a more mature understanding wains. This feels full of regret for things left undone Jacob with a tinge of guilt that a difference could have been effected. The truth is though that, mostly, we are small and insignificant when it comes to stepping out of our personal space.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

your insights are so spot on, John....thank you for your words,
j.

[pia]

A poem showing how a person feels useless in society. As if their talents, personality and skills are of no use to anyone. They feel lonely and isolated to a point where they wonder if they even have anything to offer. And even in slight moments of hope for something new, the will and drive towards it goes back into slumber. They have the potential to feel like a bigger part of something but that very will is a sleep. They wonder if they're locked in; all their offerings confined within them, they can't express themselves or give anything out.
Or that they're locked out; Locked out,isolated from the rest and they watch the world move on while they try to fit in.
A very well written poem open for a lot of analysis
Expressions and imagery was beautiful

[jacob erin-cilberto]

such keen insights, pia....

thank you for your kind review, pia...

j.