-cOnFiNeD-

By infinitebeing

The light in the proverbial tunnel
shines ever brighter but doesnt
appear any closer. I can feel freedom
with my whole being and its essence
aches in my soul. Wanting something
so desperately makes me sick with
anticipation, i want to ache with the
pain of experience and bathe in the
overwhelming pleasure of extreme
everything. I wake with dreams
still swimming in my mind. Wishes
become dead forms haunting my
struggle to patiently wait. I dont
know what real is anymore. In these
walls i pretend to exist with
exaggerated enthusiasm. Silently
suffering my personal version
of death.

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Published on Friday, December 6, 2013. Filed under: "Reflective" and "Poetry"

Comments on "-cOnFiNeD-"

A former member wrote: There are many "deaths" through ones life... who we were, who we were before that... even who we are today will be gone, eventually... pain in some, progress in others... great pen...
On Saturday, December 14, 2013, infinitebeing (80) wrote:

Wow! You really do understand the meaning behind this write.
On Saturday, December 14, 2013, haunted (837) wrote:

I can so relate, we wish we were dead, but may as well be when we seem to be invisible to others. ive often been tempted to ask if im still alive and not a left over spirit unaware of his death. on the other hand its an escape from those that would confirm were alive. to truly be alone is needed when we cant really function in a world that just passes us by. its a depressing place to be, and its sad that I do this at times. I could go on forever but ill spare you. lol...awesome poem and so relatable.
On Saturday, December 7, 2013, blue angel (866) wrote:

Craving the psychological fulfillment, maybe... The normalcies can become mind numbing :)~ Cool write
On Saturday, December 7, 2013, infinitebeing (80) wrote:

i wrote this while serving time in jail. thank u.