This poet is about life; about humanity. I question if we are really really free or are our minds and our exitence trapped? Like smoke in a door-less room...
Fog lingers low across our lands,
The icy windows slammed firmly shut;
The walls guarded and off limits,
Nowhere to go, no hope of escape.
The lonely wonder to the hidden horizon,
Dim lights try, in vain, to pierce the gloom;
Show the lost the star- lit path
The smoke is chocking, a cloak of the missing
What goes on beneath that dark veil?
A cloud of constant darkness, a cover for evil,
A rainless cloud the wind cannot blow away,
Like smoke in a door-less room.
We feel free as the breeze in our lands
But the walls are solid, sturdy stone;
Freedom crushed by swirling dark despair,
A dark that harbours heaven and hell.
But not blazing torch found in hand,
No burning revolution of humanity:
We stay bound by our locks and our chains
Trapped like smoke in a door-less room…