Blocks

Blocks

A Poem by Indra's Child

There's a child trapped inside
A house without windows, doors, or sound
No locks, just the blocks on the floor
Left over
From broken worlds
Meant to be built up again,
And again...
In the hopes that one will be right,
That one will look like the world outside
But she's never been outside

© 2020 Indra's Child


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This poem can mean several things. Which is great cause I love things with multiply meanings . Anyway what I see on first look is kind of some mental disorder when person how to deal how to connect to outside world with no knowledge of social skills.

Or is another fantasy to just be left alone and build around your self higher walks with watch towers and angry guard dogs.


Also is reminds me one punishment of my mother. Sometimes she lock me into ladder and switch off light. It was quiet fun to search for jam and chocolate at darkness . Anyway I really did enjoyed your poem.

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Indra's Child

3 Years Ago

Thank you Nexus. love the name
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3 Years Ago

Ha thank you. My pen name is taken from my favorite book by Henry Miller. Also this Latin word have .. read more
Indra's Child

3 Years Ago

Beautiful.



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This poem can mean several things. Which is great cause I love things with multiply meanings . Anyway what I see on first look is kind of some mental disorder when person how to deal how to connect to outside world with no knowledge of social skills.

Or is another fantasy to just be left alone and build around your self higher walks with watch towers and angry guard dogs.


Also is reminds me one punishment of my mother. Sometimes she lock me into ladder and switch off light. It was quiet fun to search for jam and chocolate at darkness . Anyway I really did enjoyed your poem.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Indra's Child

3 Years Ago

Thank you Nexus. love the name
...

3 Years Ago

Ha thank you. My pen name is taken from my favorite book by Henry Miller. Also this Latin word have .. read more
Indra's Child

3 Years Ago

Beautiful.

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Added on May 13, 2020
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Indra's Child
Indra's Child

Oakland, CA



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I just want to wake up from the dream. "Hi. It's me. I know you're out there. I can feel you now. I imagine you can also feel me. You won't have to search for me anymore. I'm done running. Done hid.. more..

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