Kendall Moon Poet Prose

Stuck

Ice touching the
ends of my hair.
I guess I am
no longer going
anywhere.
I thought that this
would be a fresh start.
A new beginning.
A start of something new.
But the clouds have followed
me all the way through.
DOOM! DOOM! DOOM!
My arms straight jacketed
to my sides.
This is what has become
my new.
Where my emotions
 run the show & there’s
nothing else left to do,
but to sit here in this gloom.
Dark & safe,
away from the light
of truth.
Because what would I do,
if I saw the truth?

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Silent One May 18, 2024 at 6:11 AM This poem paints a vivid picture of despair and stagnation, capturing the feeling of being trapped and unable to move forward despite hoping for a fresh start. The imagery of ice touching the ends of the hair sets a cold and chilling tone, reflecting the emotional frostiness the speaker feels. The repetition of "DOOM! DOOM! DOOM!" adds a sense of impending doom and emphasizes the feeling of being trapped. Kendall Moon May 19, 2024 at 4:50 PM I really appreciate your kind words!