(12/03/2013) Trapped
Am I a leader
Or do I just follow
In the footsteps of the ones
who came before me?
Do I forge my own path
Or do I stand behind a guide
Who forges my path for me
Whilst I walk with ease?
It’s like I’m trapped inside myself
While someone else lives my life
And I am trapped within my own eyes
On the inside looking out.
©2013 Alex Hicks
Posted on 12/03/2013, in Poetry and tagged poetry, self, trapped, within, writing. Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.
These are extremely good questions to think about and consider. Very good.
Thanks
That picture in itself is haunting….I can definitely feel the dark, cold, solitary feeling of this cell. The only light shining into our life, which still is a bit obstructed, passes through bars that imprison us within our eyes. Imprisoned within ourselves, even the light is dark.
Reblogged this on JOURNAL of ALIAS: 'COUNTERFEIT' and commented:
That picture in itself is haunting….I can definitely feel the dark, cold, solitary feeling of this cell. The only light shining into our life, which still is a bit obstructed, passes through bars that imprison us within our eyes. Imprisoned within ourselves, even the light is dark.
Thanks for reblogging
The picture and the words blend well…elegant and painful
Thanks
Feet are yours, shoes are bought , life is lived and wife is sought
battles are won, war is fought, I was reading..but I forgot
you are lost or not ? I am here, behind or front
want to follow or to lead, decide please
don’t got whole day to day dream .:))))))))