Empty And Alone Poem by Elias Barcelona
Empty And Alone
Awake and rise
Early morning sighs
Another day
Another sunrise
I comb my hair
Brush my teeth
Look through the frigde
For something to eat
I drive to work
Cross the brigde
Climb the stairs
Pass the clerks
The pretty girls
And the office jerks
Sit at my desk
All alone
Last one to leave
Down the stairs
To my car
Drive back home
Pass the bars
Pass the clubs
Pass the stars
Vibrant pubs
I lay to rest
Up and down
Goes my empty chest
I hear a sound!
Im astound
Muffled cries
As someone bound
I check the kitchen
I check the bathroom
No ones there
No more sound
Again it comes! !
I turn around
I proceed to check the closets
Piled high with dust
And rotten boxes
Dark filthy closets
Empty bottles of wine
Piles of broken watches
And what do i find
But a small pot with a flower
Dried and tired
With-in the bathroom
I water it
'I need sun or ill die soon'
'No you need the dark you'll love the dark'i whisper
'I need love or ill die soon'
'No to many times ive been played'i whisper
'I need someone or ill die soon'
'Quiet they all betray! ! '
I grab my flower
And hide him away
Back to the closet
Behind the boxes
Hidden from day
No one will hurt him
No one can hurt me
'But im your soul'he whispers
I lock him up
'I have no soul'
The allegory behind this came as a surprise. I wasn't expecting that. Very good, your syntax lends itself well to the melancholy overtones. (Gee I sound like I'm full of it.. but I mean this honestly.) Good work. +10 and the first 'favorite' that I've ever given out on a poem in my several months posting on this site.
i love your work...it is so amazing! keep writing u have an amazing talent!
'And the office jerks' i can so well relate to that line, in fact the entire poem. you have amazingly juxtaposed your being with that a plant should i say, deep and emotional. i liked it, well there are ppl like me who feel that way about office. do i like sun light or darkness? have i an answer? no!
The narrator takes the reader through his early morning rituals, then offered us a ride to his job and back home not without describing and showing us images of the bridges crossed, the stairs climbed, the 'pretty girlsl...even' the office jerks'Yet 'all along'-[not reconigzing that he was not along] after the close of the day being the 'last one to leave', we [ without him recognizing he was not along] drove with him back home. while he rested, not recognizing the sounds [soul] amongst all the cluttered mess he rumbled through, even the 'dried and tired flower' that cried out for life's sources/water sun [the narrator's light too but, he prefers the dark] Alas! crying out...I need love or I'll die! But still in doubt, the narrator placed the pot/flower back into the box and'locked it up confirming 'I have no soul'. Elias/poet you dug deep, pass mind, and entered the soul! ! I love this poem a 10+++
:) . take the plant out of the closet.. and you're too young to be drinking.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/27/2024 7:03:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
hmmm.. i like this poem alot it was really really good your writeing is amazing :)