koopmandook

A frog in a well. In a world…
In my world…my world of friends, laughter, family…
My world of thoughts, fears, insecurities…
I love my world
Still some good friends down here.
At times trying to climb the walls…
The walls of this old well.

Standing on top
A glimpse of the beautiful world outside
I can hear the constant screaming
Inside..inside the wall..inside me
A wish..a wish to get there
To go beyond
The sweet smell..coming
Coming from outside
The green..the fresh leaves,the blue sky

Thrown back into my well
It seems poisonous to me now
My well..which I loved
Where I live..the person I am
Caught in the quicksand of negativity..
feeling sorry for myself

I hear footsteps
He seems to be guarding the well
Doesn’t let me get there
To that sweet forest outside...
I can hear them all
The birds..the trees..the air
But now am thrown back..
Into my well
Too deep...

Tired of hiding..in this half-lit underworld
Behind the deafening wall of soundlessness
A wish to forget my name
A wish to get there
A wish to be ‘me’ someday…

Like a fish in a vast expanse of water
Hero in a world, his friends once created
The ocean seemed like a chorded shell to him
Trying...Dying...to escape to the real world

In search of The Light
To the shallow end of the ocean, he swims
Across the sprightly crowd of fishes
Jarring seems the light above
So far away...
Beneath the trees full of coughs,
The fishes chortle on finding him on the other end of the ocean
He looks up again towards the light
'Here I come' says He.

An old man with a fishing rod,
Enjoying the solitude.
A lobworm thrown at him...
I slumped to the ground into the chair
In my study...
A tear in my eye.
He'll be nothing but a chaud-froid tonight...