Confined

a poetic dialogue and exploration of inner turmoil, isolation and the quest for human connection

These four walls, cardboard boxes line the windows

A maze of mystery inside my thoughts.

Tied up by the wrists, by one and by two

Unable to budge from this very room

I’m tied to the confounds of this tiny box

Away from the world, downtrodden and lost.

Taken by no victor, valiant or fame

Shied from the world, no way to know my name.

Hidden in plain sight, they don’t even know I’m here.

While I’m tied up and surrounded with all this complex fear

I knock on the door, “is anyone home?”

My friend used to live in this very house

She slowly slivered away and I fear her

Heart may have decayed in that very room

Lined with the cardboard windows

She shut me out and has since been full of doubt

That the world does not know her name or she will never seek fame.

But I sing to her “my dear, I am here”

I love her so, but I keep knocking but she never shows.

“What’s that at the door?”

It sounds like knocking for sure.

Perhaps someone has remembered my name and I’ve come to seek fame

For the struggles and valiants I’ve pursued.

I open the door and I see a friendly face once more,

One I have long since forgotten.

How could I forget such a beautiful face

On a person full of such grace?

Thats right, my windows had been boarded up

No light to come in, I brooded in my sin

And forgot that my friend was knocking

With doors now open, and windows unbound,

Light pours in, and love is found.

In this once-confined heart, a new path's made,

Together we'll walk, no longer afraid.

For in the darkness, a knock was heard,

And friendship's light has finally emerged.