You've Trapped Me, Dear

By adbates

Fri, 26 Apr 2013
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Everything about you traps me
I'm trapped in your eyes
your love, your warmth
That I quickly realized
Burned too hot
I'm trapped in the future
You've laid out on my bed
I'm trapped at your work functions
With your friends that I hate
I'm trapped in this marriage
by our child's happiness
I'm trapped in this mindset
by your infectious pessimism
But in a way, I'm free
Free to roam this 5x6 trap
Made of diamond, of course
Wouldn't want anyone getting suspicious
Would we, Darling?

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Comments

Submitted by Seymour Frampton on
This is angry and reflective. And god knows we have all been in this quagmire of despair. I hope things have improved for you. I admire your poetic rage. Keep it up! Regards Seymour Frampton

I have been published in the magazine, 'Shimmering Moth'. A now defunkt magazine that was could only be purchased in Eastern Toronto, Canada.

Submitted by scratch on
As Seymore says the strength of feeling is palpable. I was a little confused by the reference to love in the third line given the rest of the content and the sentiments on show. There is a typo for you to attend to (I think): "Burned to (too) hot". The sparce approach to punctuation works well but I am not as keen on the capitalisation at the beginning of each line. Another good piece adbates.

 

Submitted by adbates on
Thank you, magicdarer. All in good time. Nothing to worry about now.