Everyone Sits Alone Poem by Robert Rorabeck
Everyone Sits Alone
Life is the cage
We are all born into
The zoo
Drives down the long
Snake in the rain,
Everyone sits alone
In the park
In the car
In the theatre
Everyone sits alone
And looks through bars
Of their flesh and bone
No eager hand
can grasp out of this
No willing hand has the
Reach,
We touch our flesh
To the flesh of our cages,
We lay down chained
And little birds sing
Beside others miles away
And barking
We touch steering wheels
As the lights cross our eyes
We learn to believe
The birth of shadows
We drive, a line of slaves,
Down the road
Everyone sits alone.
I can't comment on this one without making a gurgling sound. It's just that- I feel so enclosed, you know? Seriously, I often feel exactly this way. It seems all so sad and lonely; guess that's the price of free will (snickering goes HERE) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 2:11:34 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The snickering was about FREE WILL - not about this awesome poem. Don't want to be misunderstood (that's the other problem with being all alone down here. OK, I'll stop before the men in white coats appear -: -)