trapped

[Delta40]

Death releases me
from my internal cell
the place where I am
my own keeper
and sole inmate
I dwell in the depths
of self imposed sentence
blind to the fact
only I
am the holder of the key

[MorpheusSandman]

A powerfully concise poem about the old idea that the mind is our worse hell.

[dizzydoll]

Excellent, yes we are masters of our own destiny... in life and death alike, we choose it all. A very deep poem, good job.

[Cunninglinguist]

My choice necessitates values—
Save I be a capricious beast—
Who constrain my procedures and
Hold me from true independence.

But would I live without
These values intrinsic
And live with liberty?
Nay, for that would prevent
All choices to be made,
And destroy my being
In every dynamic
Aspect possible, and
Leave me lost forever.

[dizzydoll]

My choice necessitates values—
Save I be a capricious beast—
Who constrain my procedures and
Hold me from true independence.

But would I live without
These values intrinsic
And live with liberty?
Nay, for that would prevent
All choices to be made,
And destroy my being
In every dynamic
Aspect possible, and
Leave me lost forever.

Thats very good Linguist. You should post on a separate thread to receive the praise your poems surely deserve. :thumbsup:

[Cunninglinguist]

It's not that I want praise, I just wanted to cleverly refute the idea of free will.

[dizzydoll]

Praise is good when its deserved. These poets enjoy offering it too. :smile5:

[Cunninglinguist]

You seem to be a very gregarious fellow, Dizzy. I like you.

[blazeofglory]

Death releases me
from my internal cell
the place where I am
my own keeper
and sole inmate
I dwell in the depths
of self imposed sentence
blind to the fact
only I
am the holder of the key

A very philosophical poem! You seem to demystify existence but fail philosophically, though you win poetically. There is beauty in your poem and gets me into thinking deeply. Yet the end you land us is an abyss only. So what if you can unlock your mind with your key. Where do you want to enter?

Of course I justify you the way I justify Socrates. He never came inferentially to a point or to an answer.

And you belong to the pack of poets who love to leave things unsaid. Maybe that is the beauty of poetry. To mystify the reader

[PrinceMyshkin]

"Why this is hell, nor are we out of it" is how I remember Milton putting it in "Paradise Lost." Your poem is as brave as it is bleak.

[Jesterhead]

I liked this poem, it flowed great and had strong meaning to it.