November 28, 2013


Filed under: Poetry — by Zuhair @ 12:59 pm

So limited a world.
Fenced around
And above
Feet not on the ground.

Scuttling feet
Going nowhere.
Everyone would stare.

Touch it.
Its soft and furry.
Buy it.
Reduced to papers called money.

A home reduced
To bars
Used and used

By the ones
Before they were bought
They were caught.

So limited an existence.
Bound by wire
Caged like an animal.

Caged by the people.

So limited a soul.



  1. I think the whole theme is trapped in the second stanza. It reads and feels like a dream, you know, being followed and you, unable to run or escape. You feel choked, caged.

    Well, the fourth stanza is quite powerful as it weighs feasible meanings and relate-able. Reminds me of the “whore-houses” described in Memoirs of a Geisha somehow, don’t ask me why …lol

    Comment by amyliano — November 28, 2013 @ 1:11 pm |Reply

  2. The whole poem is about being trapped. I’m actually talking about animals.

    Comment by Zuhair — November 28, 2013 @ 1:29 pm |Reply

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