Behind the Walls


I wish I meet the moon again
to tell him what the sun did to me. 
My heart is alone, and my hands shakes.

Walls behind the walls, and my eyes 
disappears while hiding behind the windows


Who allowed the Sun to control us?
Will we ever achieve our safe nights?


I wish the moon knocks on my door again
to let it be a new moment of hope.
How will the nights return?

My fear, Stands between me and my
freedom and the moonlight. 




© 2010-2011

10 kommentarer:

Pat Hatt said...

Very true, the moon can't be fully enjoyed sometimes for fear of the night, wonderful write!

Victoria said...

Fear can be our biggest enemy...leading to psychological paralysis.

Nara Malone said...

I know fear is a chain I have to re-break daily. Nice visually expressive poem.

Brian Miller said...

this is a really nice piece...when will the nights be free and safe again is very evocative...fear itself can rule our hearts...

Ann LeFlore said...

very wonderful way to express the evening night and the moon

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Very touching.

Jannie Funster said...

Well, isn't this a very original poem! I really liked it.

I am a big lover of the night. Sun too hot. moon cool against my cheek.

Walls behind walls, very interesting.

Sheila Moore said...

oh, yes, fear keeps me from freedom as well - a self-imposed prison indeed. I really like the line: Walls behind the walls. it conveys the depth of this fear.

Anees said...

This was lovely!

PS Finished medical school two days ago!

S. Sharp said...

I wanted so badly to capture a feeling of fear and a feeling of boredom. How you fear and you're bored of hiding, but you cannot do anything about it. so this is the poem.

Thank you all for being here in Shadiatique for supporting me with your nice and kind words. Thank you again and again.

PS.: Anees- Congratulations brother ;)

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