Hidden Poem by Christopher Holmberg
Hidden
In the dungeon,
time is not a factor.
It's limitless battle for straight ends.
A lab where chemicals reign.
Sovereign ruler of enclosed shame,
entitled to no pass out.
Precarious indeed,
so unable to succeed.
Brought on brought out,
in the dungeon lifes flee.
Some plead,
though unable to breath.
In the dungeon,
freedom and arrest are consolidated.
A tree at the mountains matter,
the dungeon is not only a factor.
Copyright © ®2009, Chris Holmberg. All rights reserved
What are all hidden in a dungeon is briefly explained here nicely.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 3:22:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The subject is the dungeon and when one is in a dungeon, one is naturally hidden from civilization or from the outside world or whatever. When you think of a dungeon it is a dark place, where you are chained and it seems you are buried alive but you're dead to the world. Hidden, is a good theme and title, it fits well. Well done, mate, for you a 10+.