Stuck

Ice touching the ends of my hair. I guess I am no longer going anywhere. I thought that this would be a fresh start. A new beginning. A start of something new. But the clouds have followed me all the way through. DOOM! DOOM! DOOM! My arms straight jacketed to my sides. This is what has become my new. Where my emotions run the show & there’s nothing else left to do, but to sit here in this gloom. Dark & safe, away from the light of truth. Because what would I do, if I saw the truth?

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Silent One

Date: 5/18/2024 6:11:00 AM

This poem paints a vivid picture of despair and stagnation, capturing the feeling of being trapped and unable to move forward despite hoping for a fresh start. The imagery of ice touching the ends of the hair sets a cold and chilling tone, reflecting the emotional frostiness the speaker feels. The repetition of "DOOM! DOOM! DOOM!" adds a sense of impending doom and emphasizes the feeling of being trapped.

Kendall Moon
Date: 5/19/2024 4:50:00 PM

I really appreciate your kind words!