Reading majic's journal

This poem was written on January 4th, 2004. It's about where I live and my sole connection to the real world being my internet connection. It tries to paint the picture that I'm always looking to get home to my wife and daughter but I simply cannot get home over the twisted pairs of the world wide web. I hope that this poem can somehow give you a glimpse of my current situation. Enjoy!

The Room In Which I Sit

a room filled with nothing is where I sit,
an expanse of space which cannot fit,
my soul, my ideas, my peace of mind,
I'm trapped within and driven blind,
I look around but cannot see,
any doors to open and set me free,
I have this line which connects me to,
a world of windows that I peer through,
an endless maze of twisted pairs,
an expanse of ever twisting stairs,
I look and look and always sought,
a way back home what a perfect thought,
a road to travel to get to you,
a sky above which is bright blue,
a sun that shines down on me,
and warms my skin and lets me be,
who I am, which makes me feel,
alive and open and something real,
but for now I'll sit right here,
and gaze through these windows and shed a tear,
that trickles slowly down my cheek,
to an endless journey that seems so bleak,
and one day soon I hope it'll be,
that a door is made present for my eyes to see,
that my legs will still have their strength,
to take that journey no matter the length,
to open the door and walk right out,
to look around and scream and shout,
the glorious day that I'll be free,
is the day that our eyes meet and begin to see...

I really enjoyed that poem. It's probably my favorite.

For my next trick, I shall make you all disappear.

Very heart felt and real. Goes to show that poetry can be of the soul, and not of any lofty ideas, or ideals.

(May you be with them soon.)

I'll bet that just took 5 years off my life--but GODDAMM if it wasn't worth every second