Schrödinger's cat
I am trapped inside, trying to get out.
I am Schrödinger's cat.
Dead and alive inside a burning box.
Dreaming and not dreaming in the shadow, in the light.
Breathing smoke and not breathing at all.
And I wonder what is left on the outside.
Maybe that too, the pretty little dreams of reality,
Are concurrently dead and alive, gone and still here.
.
The narrow hole that has been constricting for generations,
Has finally been pulled shut, by old arthritic hands.
The glass ceiling I dreamt of breaking with my strong-headed will
Has turned to iron
And suddenly I am a cat,
Permanently kept in the bag.
A bag sealed shut inside an iron box.
About the Creator
Silver Serpent Books
Writer. Interested in all the rocks people have forgotten to turn over. There are whole worlds under there, you know. Dark ones too, even better.
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Comments (3)
Wow! Really excellent! The progression from duality in the first stanza to the finality of the second was a very well orchestrated trajectory
I feel the flow, the push and pull of contrast in this poem, the possibilities and void. At the same time, theres a unique diversion introduced with, "Breathing smoke and not breathing at all." Like even the "better" of the two options is still suffering. Reading this poem was a moving experience. Thanks for sharing!
Wow, this is amazing! The Schrodinger's cat analogy is used so effectively and flexibly!