In Silence

In search of space
We imprison ourselves
in solitude,
And struggle to break the
Self imposed shackles.
In silence
Weeps grief,
And vainly we
Search for source
Of sorrow.
Somehow space
Confined us
To our misery
and we gasp for a
breath of fresh air.

Author: pranabaxom

Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.

2 thoughts on “In Silence”

  1. “We imprison ourselves / in solitude” So many feel this way, alone and unhappy. I am the opposite, an introvert. For me, solitude = freedom. Phone conversations and a trip to the store once a week give me all the human contact I need. But I get it, PB. Those energized by other people are wilting in this prolonged lockdown. And the “self-imprisoned” do themselves no favors by keeping their feelings bottled up. 🙂

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