I Am Number 41

Creative moment. For picture this poetry

The door to my being

The entryway to my head

The portal to my soul

The walkway to the living dead

 

They like to control me

Make me their marionette

Oh the tortures I’ve withstood

The things I can never forget

 

Using me for their gain

To seek, kill and desetroy

At the age of  13

I am merely a boy

 

They put me in a room at night

Told never to leave

The room is number 41

And that’s all I’ll ever be

 

I dream of that day of possible freedom

Will it really be fun?

Till that day

I am number 41

Reviews

[Devons]

I like the concept of this. Like another statistic, are we just another number? In the general scheme of things do we really have any significance? Are we free...? Or is freedom a state of mind? Or is the sense of captivity just imagined? Perhaps our minds are our only real captors...
Many questions open up from this, and the fact that the poem goes beyond what is immediately suggested in the picture and turns it into a metaphor makes for an interesting juxtaposition between the two.

[nothingnothingforgetfor..]

So terribly sad and really gets the movie rolling in your head. Another great read! :)