Captured

Captured

A Poem by John Byrd

I had a daydream once.
I fell into a dark hole.
I could not see anything.
All black everything.

Maybe they were shadows,
All my shadows in a room with me.
You would think seeing another me
Would make everything more clear.
I was basically blinded.

Imagine looking at 1,000 images of yourself
Times 300,000.
Why 3? Because I know my favorite number.

Overwhelming
Maybe that is why I can't see. 
Too much for my eyes to handle.
Casted a slow virus on my iris.
Slowly affecting my other senses.

Not only can I not see.
I can not smell.
Or is there even anything to smell.
I feel nothing.
Not even my own hands.
Reaching out and feeling emptiness.
I do not think I can feel my heart beat.
Emotionless.
Careless.

I can hear something.
But I think it is my own voice.
Maybe my shadows are talking to me
or it could all be in my head.
Only I really Know.

I am not sure if I can taste
Because there is nothing to taste...
Besides myself....
Awkward thoughts.

Do other people have dreams like this?
I asked myself
One shadow whispered to another.
I hate secrets.
They make me feel blinded
Oh wait....
There are no secrets here.
Yet I am sightless.
My ironic iris.

This is not a nightmare
Because I am not scared
But I am not happy.
I am just here
multiple times
Stuck.
I can't function
So how would I escape?
This black hole got me good.
What can really capture you besides yourself?

© 2014 John Byrd


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So true. What can really capture us besides our self. Very powerful.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Seems to me there are underpinnings of different things in your life which come through in this poem. It is difficult for me to project, because somehow I feel your written words are meant as kind of a subterfuge. The first two stanza's come across that way to me in a sense. Eh . . . Maybe I'm just trying to make the poem something that it isn't . . .

Posted 9 Years Ago


Wow. That was amazing. I would love it of you messaged me and helped me with my poem.I would love to look inside your head.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

John Byrd

9 Years Ago

Thank you so much! Will do :)

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John Byrd
John Byrd

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