Beyond the Steel Mesh
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Poetry
I hope you enjoy this poem I wrote, taking an absurdist perspective on life in here, for we all have the choice to frame what we experience either positively or negatively.
Steel Mesh
The cage stands bold
With its steel-clad mesh,
For within its grip
It’s us it holds.
Ten foot walls
Of cold creme concrete,
For outside we muster
Like horses in stalls.
For some will find
Every day these walls and cage,
Encroach and enclose
Into their steel mesh minds.
Those who look
However
May not always see.
For this beautiful cage
A kaleidoscope of silver,
Glowing in the golden sun
Over our concrete stage.
Contrasted by
The brilliant blue sky,
And handsome clouds
Drifting by.
Each golden ray
Dispersing explosively
On our steel mesh minds
As begins a new day.
For it is only when
We learn to see,
That our minds
Can be set free.
I hope you enjoy this poem I wrote, taking an absurdist perspective on life in here, for we all have the choice to frame what we experience either positively or negatively.
Steel Mesh
The cage stands bold
With its steel-clad mesh,
For within its grip
It’s us it holds.
Ten foot walls
Of cold creme concrete,
For outside we muster
Like horses in stalls.
For some will find
Every day these walls and cage,
Encroach and enclose
Into their steel mesh minds.
Those who look
However
May not always see.
For this beautiful cage
A kaleidoscope of silver,
Glowing in the golden sun
Over our concrete stage.
Contrasted by
The brilliant blue sky,
And handsome clouds
Drifting by.
Each golden ray
Dispersing explosively
On our steel mesh minds
As begins a new day.
For it is only when
We learn to see,
That our minds
Can be set free.
Date Published
July 27, 2026
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