Taken

[ahsiam]

It’s written, printed and filmed
By those second man;
I woke up in their dream,
In their terminable thought,
And in their intricate expression.
It’s signed, plated and carried
By the third man;
I lived in their hope,
In their traceable opinion,
And their illumined version.
It’s geared, framed and shown
By the fourth man;
I am the time on their watch;
It goes on ticking slowly,
And they reveal themselves-
As my creators,
For here I seek a dead space,
As their watches have expired.


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[kiz_paws]

Beautiful poem!


I was born as a poet in this forumThat is so sweet! We're proud of you! :)

[Ganthradorius]

To be completely honest, this poem is beyond me, if you could explain the message here it would be appreciated. It seems complex and kiz seems to understand yet I am left in the dark.

[ahsiam]

Beautiful poem!

That is so sweet! We're proud of you! :)

Thank you Kiz <3

[ahsiam]

To be completely honest, this poem is beyond me, if you could explain the message here it would be appreciated. It seems complex and kiz seems to understand yet I am left in the dark.

Hello Ganthradorius! Thank you for your comment. What I mainly meant was that how we are controlled by powerful people, how we are just some puppets in their hand. They have our ropes, they move us, we move. Its almost like they are controlling us.
I wrote this poem when I was clinically depressed and troubled and believed that I was in a dysfunctional relationship. I felt that some close people were controlling me and I had no control over that.
I hope it's a little bit clear to you. If not, please let me know. But thank you so much for your comment.