Till Date

stagnancy is something not new to me,
it's just have become overwhelming off late.
stale moments, motionless hours,
clinge to my identity as alter ego.



numbed emotions make even prayer incomplete,
stone heart mises nobody on earth.
cell bars' perpetual shadow make stripes on my body permanent
for fifteen years i have been standing at the same place



my world - squeazed into 7 by 4 ft rectangular room,
life has become a mere waiting station for death.



I till date believe I have not yet got accustomed to this place.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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Spence Sr Avatar
October 11, 2008 at 5:39 PM
This is very descriptive. I like how your use of figurative language sends images of the space. This piece is very expressive. There is always another day ahead. Upon the rising sun things will take on a new shape and meaning. Hold on to God's unchanging hands and don't let go. Great job! ~Joseph
Christine Avatar
October 9, 2008 at 1:40 PM
I like the combination of words that you choose. Your personal experiences in your poetry capture me. Really good, Anne-Marie Christine
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