No Escape

Who am I really?
Can somebody tell me?
It’s dark in here
Smoke and screams
Is that me?
Something pierced my eyes
My cheeks are wet
This tongue is coated, swollen
Someone stop that damn buzzing!
Grasping to understand
What was my name?
Didn’t I have one once?
It began with Wretched
Why am I here?
I can’t move my arms
Who am I?
Tell me, who am I!


tara caribou | ©2020

Read this and more in my poetry book, Four.

12 thoughts on “No Escape

  1. i had a conversation tonight that resonated so much with this. many thoughts harassing my mind about it then i read this. strange … thoughts that i think are shared by many, felt by so many. sometimes we hear others speak, really hear them, and they make so much sense. we are not in this alone … if only it was easy to bare all and realise we are in this together. so many barriers real and perceived … thankyou for this.

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  2. I like that title. It adds a lot to the piece, because there is no escape from who we are, but then we have so much trouble deciding who that really is. Sometimes we have to be before we become, though. And I think we always are deciding who and what we are; it changes over time. Every day we end up being a little more of this or that. Definitely feel a dreamy state over this one, too. Oh… and sometimes it would just be easier if we had all the answers to our questions. Lots to think about with this one. Thanks for sharing it.

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  3. Powerful & deeply relatable! You captured that anxious self-doubt brilliantly – it’s so easy to bottle things up and think we’re the only ones suffering in silence, when reaching out to others can be so daunting.

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