Caught

Caught

A Poem by Muddy B.

Im caught

caught in these trap doors

with nowhere to go

not even to the other side

Im caught here

with no hope

just information

that stay's trapped in my throat

and on rainy days

these doors protect me like a rain coat

Im caught

caught on these third floor stairs

no one's in sight

but I get odd stare's

yet the words in my throat

I still cant bare

just information

that seems to be stuck there

and like a helpless child

on that third floor im trapped there

with hopes of maybe

one day going somewhere

Im caught

caught in the mirrors on my wall

with hopes of making a difference

but fears that i may fail

and its only one me

against you all

trying to get through

that trap door

and off that third floor stairway

out of that mirror

and into this world

where my words are not trapped

and me

Im just no longer

CAUGHT

© 2008 Muddy B.


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KBR
I liked it. I would consider breaking it up into stanzas. Some lines might even stand alone. It's blocked together, but it wants to get out and have some white space.

Posted 11 Years Ago


I teeter totter between rambling away too much or simply not having a means to get what I want to say out - it is stuck there, as I trip over my tongue, whether trying to speak or to write - the words, the information - so much information - too much to let go - to much to let tumble out on out - and yes, sometimes - it feels like I am the thought that is caught. I enjoyed this, it released so many thoughts... :)

Posted 15 Years Ago


I wish I was caught...
i lose my train of thought
and wander in la la land almost all day long,
but all to often I think of a word and it is trapped in my head unable to be uttered....

Good job!
You have inspired me!

Posted 15 Years Ago


Claustrophobia... mental claustrophobia. Very metaphoric. And I think everyone can relate. Everyone feels trapped, mentally at one time or another.

I loved this line:
"and on rainy days
these doors protect me like a rain coat"

Hot. You don't write as often as you used to. It's a pleasure to read. Keep 'em coming.


Posted 15 Years Ago


very good imagrey of being trapped in a building and different floors, and being "caught" in a emotional trap...good job! i liked it.

Posted 15 Years Ago


your poem is like a trip that has no end . caught is sad to be glad or mad.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Muddy B.
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