Caged

Caged Ill-fated dreams caged in the sphere of doom drowns in tears Reawaked by the horde of indescribably old unforgiving monsters Facing fierce demons taunting the heart battle to resist then go forth Still forsaken and purposely condemned by his rapidly corroding self-worth Penned: 12/26/2021 9:00 p.m. Lake Worth, Florida USA

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Anselmo Boles

Date: 12/31/2021 2:16:00 PM

A circuitous struggle, with hopes of a positive ending, yet no sight of light at the end of the tunnel. Good insight Gershon!...ab

Gershon Wolf

Date: 12/30/2021 8:17:00 PM

Seems as if the two -- 'ill-fated dreams' and 'corroding self-worth -- feed off of each other, creating a vicious cycle. ~ Just sayin'

Sotto Poet

Date: 12/30/2021 5:49:00 AM

The sentiment evoked by your poem is quite intense, Anselmo. This is a very moving piece of writing. 'Caged dreams' tell us a lot in silence. I hope that most of your life's goals and ambitions turn into reality. Thank you for stopping by and leaving a remark on my page.

Anselmo Boles
Date: 12/31/2021 2:29:00 PM

Once again, thank you Lasaad for this visit, and I express here my true appreciation for your very positive thoughts and wishes. A healthy 2022 for you and yours...ab

Victor Buhagiar

Date: 12/29/2021 12:39:00 AM

Do you wish to forget your dreams or are they always with you. I pray for no dreams really because the ones I remember are nightmares.

Anselmo Boles
Date: 12/29/2021 11:23:00 AM

My dreams for quiet sometime now, had been very vague and fragmented. This poem is about goals in life that were unfulfilled, and guilt taunts the mind to the extreme, that his dignity and determination turned into desperation and despair. I hope your future dreams will be pleasant and inspiring. Cheers Victor!...ab

Valsa George

Date: 12/28/2021 4:47:00 PM

This is a highly poignant write. 'Caged dreams' speak silently in volumes. In a way life is a battlefield . We have to trample over the carcasses of dead dreams many a time. The emotion your poem evokes is so very powerful, Anselmo !

Anselmo Boles
Date: 12/28/2021 5:43:00 PM

As always, thank you for your transparent perspective, Valsa. You are much appreciated!...ab