Trapped

Sometimes you know but other times you don't.

Trapped in a glass bottle

behind a window pane

closed by four walls

forced to conform and covert

seeing the outside

wishing for things that have passed

never looking back

doing what must be done

saying all for one

forgetting the rest

reasoning beyond a doubt

alone in sea of people

deafening silence

roaring yet mute

don't know what to do

but knowing everything

trapped in a glass bottle

behind a window pane

within four walls

Author's Note

I have no idea what i am doing

Reviews

[Nianque]

Did I mention how awesome and heart stirring your works on !?! Thank you both!

[A.Lee]

I agree with Poppy. I like poems that one person can interpret one way and another person can interpret completely different. Nice work. :) I'm glad you're back to writing!

[Ruth]

No idea can be great! lol
This adds to the surreality of this piece and you know what hon? Readers can interpret it how they see fit:) Thats the beauty of art lol
Great poem!
xx