A state of Parabole (Poem)

 


It feels like my heart is leaving my body,

And my body's trapped inside, a lifeless nest.

Perhaps a cage in a prism, where I must shine,

But remain unseen, a state of anguish, not divine.

A state of parabole; A very bad state to be in. 


Even if I am wrong will you still judge me,

Even if I'm flawed, can you still respect me?

A state of turmoil, with emotions wild,

A place I hate to be, like an anxious child.

Even if I am a bad human will you still love me,

A state of parabole, hysterical in its nature,

A bad state I hate to be in. 

This i call the deception of love from another human


This poem expresses a deep sense of emotional distress and confusion. I experienced a disconnection between my heart and body, feeling trapped and unable to be seen by others. The imagery of a "cage in a prism" suggests a feeling of being trapped and unable to fully express oneself.

The repeated use of the phrase "a state of parabole" emphasizes the speaker's sense of being stuck or suspended in a difficult situation. The line "Maybe I am a cage in a prism, with only an ability to shine and not be seen" is particularly powerful, conveying a sense of isolation and invisibility.

I questioned the second stanza revealing a sense of vulnerability and fear of judgment i face from other people. The phrase "hysterical in its nature" suggests a feeling of being overwhelmed by emotion and unable to control it.

Overall, what I see to portray with this poem is a complex emotional state and highlights the challenges of feeling trapped and invisible. It is a poignant reflection on the difficulties of being human and the importance of empathy and understanding from others.


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