Half mad with a blackened heart
Helpless to stop, to fight
Nameless bodies race in tunnels dark
Paled and lost, craving light
Torrents of men rage and flow
A furious current enslaving all
The tunnel’s end, I do not know
But it must be reached to leave these walls
Weariness beats upon my head and chest
I will drown in this anonymous sea
I cry out to God to give me rest
And a light appears ahead of me
Curiosity demands endurance
To tread these waters for one more hour
Postponing death for one more chance
To see this object of Holy power
A Hemlock door set in the stones
Grips the wall with hinges of rust
A knob of silver glows and drones
But goes unseen, unheard, untouched
Why do the crowds keep racing by?
Does no one see the shining door?
How often have I been likewise blind?
If I leave, will I be blind once more?
A lust wakes within my soul
Illumined now, misgivings flee
Freedom calls beyond the door
And strength, long lost, returns to me
Madness grows yet stronger still
But now with hope of sweet escape
Battling masses blind of will
Unwilling, myself, to be swept away
On the door a curious omen
A cross and words in deep carved lines
"Knock and the door shall be opened,
Seek and ye shall find."














Comments
I knew that door you were talking about alluded to that painting of Jesus knocking on the door. I was almost disappointed to see the "knock and ye shall find" line because at first I thought you made the allusion so subtely only a few people would realize it referred to the painting and I felt smart until I realized that by the end of the poem everyone would know what it meant. But that is only my vanit talking. I can see that you intended your allusion to be as clear and determined as Jesus' knocking on the door.
The visual image I get from this is a lot different than the painting. Your poem talks alot about teeming masses and a tunnel so I imagine a bunch of people rushing through a crouded subway with a light and a dark end and Jesus is on the outside waiting for someone to see the door and escape from the rat race.
I like how you say in the poem that if you ecape from the tunnel you might end up in the same predicament in a different tunnel. How do you know whe you've found true freedom?
I am interpreting this to be like the painting where luke warm christians don't let christ into their lives but this image is different because Christ seems to have gone inside the tunnel, wrote words on a door, then went back outside to see if anyone would see the message and escape. It the painting Jesus can't get into you live unless you let him in. There is no writing on the other side of the door in the painting. So this poem imparts a decidedly different message, thought I don't know what that might be.
Very deep, I could think about this for hours and type even more but I probably shouldn't...
But I'm curious, from what passage did you draw the idea that if the subject left the tunnel he might end up in just another tunnel? Oh... was it, "If I leave, will I be blind once more?" If so, I didn't intend that interpretation. By "leave" I meant "passing on and leaving the door behind", suggesting that we can't know if we'll ever get another chance to break free if we don't take the opportunity that is in front of us right now. In my mind there is only one tunnel. Once escaped, you are free, and forever. If you simply follow it to the end, then that is your final destination, forever.
Anyway, I will consider re-wording that passage. Thanks again.
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"If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world."
RHYME.
BLECH!!!!
otherwise, well done.
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looking like a million bucks, so no one can see you're just a two-cent heartbreak whore.
TROMBONES do it in seven positions
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"If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world."
I try to do some structured and some unstructered myself. "Mirror, Mirror" is my (haha) AMATEUR attempt at a long narrative inspired by (but not to be compared to) Hiawatha
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looking like a million bucks, so no one can see you're just a two-cent heartbreak whore.
TROMBONES do it in seven positions
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"If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world."
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"If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world."
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