The pen

is my only recourse

for refuge

from this cage

in which

I am imprisoned


with mighty strokes

& lashes

I chop at the steel bars

that isolate me

from the free world


the shackles

impede my motion

force me into

involuntary stasis


and my eyes

refuse to see the key

I hold

right in my own hand


as the existential blahs

set in

and the sheer nonsense

is stupefying


nobody said

it would be easy

and it hasn’t been


I didn’t listen then

and I can’t hear now

as screams drone

into silence

a hum that has no meaning

and offers no solace


but I’m starting

to get it back

and remember

what it’s all about


Januarian's picture

Excellent use of metaphor in

Excellent use of metaphor in this poem.


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georgeschaefer's picture

much thanks for the praise. 

much thanks for the praise.  Glad you liked it

allets's picture

Existential Blahs

A stage to get past to see fresh terrain. I keep asking:   What can I do? I have a few ideas. ;D



georgeschaefer's picture

Keep thinking and keep

Keep thinking and keep putting out those ideas.  thank you