Escape
Don't go outside, they said
Those who leave can never come back
As a child I would hear stories about what was in the other side
Every day I would think about it
Isn't this the same as being trapped?
Against all advices I peaked through the keyway
For a brief second I saw every taste
I touched every sound
I heard every image
For a brief moment I understood what freedom felt like
But it also took my sanity
Everything now was black and white
I was living in a fake world
With fake people living fake lives
I had to free myself from this lie
I had to escape through that door
and so I did
It is now that I realize
I did not escape
I am simply locked out
Condemned to be free
Any ideas in how should I improve? I'm still a novice in poetry, any tips will surely help :D
https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/7oazbc/the_joys_of_being_forgotten/ds85h3c/
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Posted Jan 5, 2018, 2:29 PM UTC · edited
Correct me if I'm wrong but this is how I interpreted your poem.
Lack of freedom. As a child we never really knew what is happening in our world. All we wanted to do was to explore things. We never really care about the meaning of everything. We just wanted to have fun. But as time went by, as we started to understand everything that is happening around us, we find out that the freedom that we had was never really there, and that, our perceptions as a child ware just illusions given to us by the elderly.
This poem's point is that sometimes what you are looking for isn't what you think it is. It is supposed to be abstract in some way, so I guess any interpretation you get from it is correct. One way to interpret it is that "The door" is the search for knowledge, and as we grow up and learn more and more we also start getting distant from the surprises we had in our childhood (the keyway can represent the early discoveries in a kid's life). A falling star stops being something magical and becomes a simple meteoroid that is entering the atmosphere to become a meteor.
I see. I really like the poem though. I learned something from you.