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WWFENN Selection

1/21/2015

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          For my WWFENN piece, I have chosen the poem Insanity by Rhia Madison Thomer. Insanity, is a poem about a person's struggles in jail. The person is starting to forget what normal life is like and they start to miss it. The reason I have chosen this poem because I was really interested on what life is like "Inside the bars." This poem is describing a person that has lost all of their real-world senses and is starting to fall apart. Insanity is a very fitting name for it. Though as the weeks pass, I hope to get more out of the poem as I continue to memorize it.

I've counted the bars of my prison walls. 3 sides of 10 bars; 30. One solid wall,
cold, wet, molded concrete.
I've lost count of how long I have been here,
I hardly remember when I got here, but, it’s been winter for a long time.
I've forgotten what it is to move in grass and amongst other bodies.
I am chained in here,
thick steel cuffs chain me to the wall.
I've counted the faces, whose names I can't remember,
and then lost count of them
as they flash and flicker, fast forwarded in my mind.
I've been motionless for a long time,
I’m not sure I even remember what movement is.
I’m not sure I can even remember to move.
I’ve forgotten who I am, my name, how old I am, how tall I am, my features, likes and dislikes;
there are no mirrors.
I’ve been nameless for a long time, and there is no one else
here in this vast blank expanse but me and these bars,
and one wall.
I’ve realized I don’t even know what I am
and that panics me, but I know not what this feeling is?
What Is feeling?
I’ve thrown myself at the bars, clawing at the nothing
that lies behind them.
What Is nothing?
I’ve discovered there is a name that echoes and echoes In the vastness,
how do I know that name?
Is it mine, yours, theirs, his, ours?
I’ve remembered, the memories crush into me,
a weight I had not known for unknown amounts of time.
No go away! Again, please...
I’ve tried to forget,
but the white walls are somewhere out there, waiting.
and I? Why, I do not even exist.
[IN]SANITY
  
6 Comments
Kevin
1/21/2015 10:04:33 am

Nice job! I looked at the poem and it is very good, one thing I would have liked is to have the poem in front of me other than that, but the good work!

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Lucas
1/22/2015 06:28:59 am

Good writing, I liked the photo, but where is the poem?

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Fitz
1/24/2015 04:11:54 pm

Nice choice!

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Sam Breault
1/28/2015 02:08:27 pm

I like how you have your reflection at the beginning of the piece. I am looking forward do your presentation!

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Kevin
1/29/2015 03:56:05 pm

The image it really goes along with the base. I was expecting the collision at the end but at the beginning works. He will be excellent work!

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William
2/11/2015 07:42:07 pm

Wow, looks like a very deep and inspirational poem. I think you can do a great job with this.

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    My Name is Charlie Birnberg, I am in 8th grade and I attend The Fenn School.

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