The Prisoner

greta · Post by **greta** » Wed Jul 23, 2003 12:30 pm

The Prisoner

Mud on my soul
and great sins on my back.
Dirty is my heart
and my deeds i must regret.

The rain keeps pouring
while greedily drinks the thirsty ground.
I admire the way of the world
in my last breath of freedom

The chains they torture me,
uneasy i feel with my hands tied.
How can i scream out my pain
when i look out the prison window?

When i see the little ray of light
my soul is aching.
I want to feel the freedom
in the sky i'd like to fly.

My punishment is long
it seems like eternity.
some day i shall be pure
but i many times i'll stumble on my path.

If I die, then so it must be
this is the end of earthly sufferings
deaths shows mercy
the slave shall be made free.

My first poem to this forum, actually a free translation of the poem i wrote in Estonian. All comments and suggestions are very welcome
I hope this poem is not too depressing

margaret · Post by **margaret** » Wed Jul 23, 2003 12:59 pm

well done greta,

I do not think your poem is depressing, but very thoughtful

George.Wright · Post by **George.Wright** » Wed Jul 23, 2003 2:47 pm

We are all bound here by Death, Greta.............
Georges

lizzytysh · Post by **lizzytysh** » Wed Jul 23, 2003 2:57 pm

I like your poem, Greta. It, of course, begs questions like is it a poem written during literal incarceration, imagining another's incarceration, or does it depict the virtual incarceration of oppression? I like the psychological aspects that are addressed in it. I particularly like your first verse. Very uniquely expressed and deeply repentant.

~ Lizzytysh

Oh, good heavens! I just looked at your profile, and you're a high school student! That may obliterate my first conjecture

......although one never knows

.

magneticcry · Post by **magneticcry** » Thu Jul 24, 2003 11:59 am

it really is a very deep and thoughtful poem,,,
it`s good in english,but even better in estonian

greta · Post by **greta** » Thu Jul 24, 2003 4:00 pm

lizzytysh...
No i have never been to prison

this poem was written during a depression.
I saw no way out of my problems and i felt as if i was inprisoned.
I see the body as a prisonfor the soul and when a person dies his or her soul gets free and is able to fly and find peace
deeds i must regret are my sins from past lives.

elazar · Post by **elazar** » Thu Jul 24, 2003 6:33 pm

greta,
i love the soul/slave image.great poem!!

salut
elazar

lizzytysh · Post by **lizzytysh** » Fri Jul 25, 2003 4:06 am

Excellent thinking, Greta! Thank you....and I can see how your analogy/metaphor evolved. I have to believe that your writing of this poem [and perhaps others] had some level of cathartic effect with regard to your depression.