The Beginning At Last

Idle Hands

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by

Kevin
in

Idle hands and active mind

Wander through a life unkind

In a hole and in a haze

Wandering through a twisted maze

And though I try to leave this place

Reality is in my face

Mocking me at every turn

A secret I have yet to learn

Don’t want to scream don’t want to shout

Please somebody let me out

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9 responses to “Idle Hands”

  1. brian Avatar
    brian

    Life definitely can be a twisted maze! Nice poem 👌

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  2. Kymber Hawke Avatar
    Kymber Hawke

    I say this on a lot of poems, but I really mean it: I love it!

    I felt claustrophobic as I read each line, and I was able to reflect on my own life when anxiety creeps in.

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  3. Mrs. Claire Gutknecht Avatar
    Mrs. Claire Gutknecht

    This poem beautifully captures the struggle of feeling trapped in one’s own thoughts and circumstances. It’s like a journey through a tangled labyrinth of the mind, where every turn seems to lead back to the same haunting reality. The plea to break free resonates deeply.

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  4. Aboli Mane Avatar
    Aboli Mane

    Mentally being in a bad place is a lot like this 😔

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  5. tochi augustine ebeh Avatar
    tochi augustine ebeh

    🙏

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  6. Destiny Avatar
    Destiny

    I’ve learnt…we are the door…and the key too.
    well wishes still, Chief 🤍🙏

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  7. SiriusSea Avatar
    SiriusSea

    Totally got a “metal” rock vibe here … that 5150 guitar could work wonders with your poetry !! m/ Hope you have a bangin’ weekend !!!!

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  8. Mary K. Doyle Avatar
    Mary K. Doyle

    You are such a good poet, Kevin. I love your poetry.

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    1. Kevin Avatar
      Kevin

      Thank you, Mary 🙏

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