Trapped

Prisoner in the present 

steps on a treadmill floor

a wall to our front and back

Trapped in a room with no door

 

The floor may move fast or slow

but only in one direction

outside dreams grow 

with little intellection

Reviews

[MrBlack202]

A few words, a lot of meaning. I love poem. Very thought provoking.

[Soren]

Thank you again for your read and comment they are most supportive and appreciatee

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

you capture the human condition in this irksome metaphor. we are prisoners: alone; constantly forced to move, although not at a pace of our choosing; and there is no escape but death. but perhaps like Camus' Sisyphus, we might be able to find purpose or even joy in our punishment? that is the only freedom we have; that we have the power to control how we think about the situation, and even if we cannot change anything else, maybe there is a victory in that.

[Soren]

Indeed, our thoughts are the only thing that allows us to escape this prison of the present. There is no returning to the past and no jumping forward to the future that comes inevitably in its time as the present itself thank you so much for reading this poem and for your comments, they are most Valued. I am eagerly awaiting your next poem.

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

i'm a little bit busy and stressed right now but around next week i'll try to post something new.

[John the Baptist]

The current world situation does seem like a treadmill. No matter how much we preach and negotiate, things don't seem to change. Maybe I'm just old and bitter.

[Soren]

Thank you, John. I appreciate your visit and reading this poem as always your support means a great deal. Thank you so much.

[Marie]

Not sure where to begin, dear Soren. The first verse seems to me to be about the restrictions which time brings as we age, while the second verse is evocative of someone who suffers from vertigo. Can't wait to read the true meaning of this amazing metaphoric gem! Thank you for sharing. Lovely work!

[Soren]

Thank you Marie for the read and interpretive thoughts. They are as good as any. What was on my mind at the time of writing was that like a treadmill that takes us nowhere the present is a location that we are always trapped the only option the walls to our back and front are the past and future we can't go to either there is no door out of the present. Our perception of the present may change as to how fast it goes but it only goes in one direction. I'll leave the last two line open for speculation

[Marie]

Thank you so very much for sharing with me, Soren. I was 'dying' to know your thoughts as you penned the poem and of course, now that I know, I understand your excellently penned poem better than I did! Thank you again, dear poet. I am most grateful...