All I see is sorrow
dark clouds till tomorrow.
They form again
when sun begins
and moonlight descends
with a crescent silver grin.
My world is a disk
walls circling round
to keep me trapped in
and tilt my head down.
Someone step down
from your globular world
break through my clouds
make me turn from my hurt.
Take hold of my head
tilt it with force
make me look upward
till I see through the worst
of weaponized truths
halves and wholes
make me look through
to see that life grows
in worlds of chaos
broken and hurt
even though I am lost
living has worth.
Make me look up
hurt if you have to
away from the crust
of the world where I lost you.
I'm sure you've been in a situation where you realize you cannot come out on top, at least, not by yourself. Things are hopeless and all you do is make it worse. If you haven't yet experienced that, get ready, because you will at some point.
For this poem, I set up a metaphorical disk-like world the narrator is living on. All they can see, from sun up to moon's fall, are dark clouds and their own sorrows. The edges of their flat world is walled off, to prevent them from seeing over the edge (trying to make sense of things). So, rather than look up at the walls or the dark clouds, the narrator feels forced to look down (as mentioned in the third stanza).
The desire for change comes in the fourth stanza when the narrator cries for help from someone in a "globular world" (a world that makes sense, can be understood). In the fifth stanza, the narrator realizes that they can't even look up on their own anymore. The "weaponized truths" whether half-true or absolutely true, make them look back to the worst. But the narrator, despite the despair and hopeless being expressed, knows that there is still life, and essentially, good beyond the clouds. So they ask this someone from the globular world to make them look up, whatever the cost.
There's also a hint in the final stanza that the narrator at one time was living on a globular world, and that they came to the disk world and lost the aforementioned someone. Because nobody starts out hopeless, everything is a progression.
This poem resembles a call for help, a remedy many people are so close to making but cannot find the courage or words to express. Whether you're living on a disk or a globe, there is hope. The world is full of situations that don't make sense, that encourage us to look down or at the dark clouds. But there is hope, we just need to want it bad enough to call out for help. I hope you have a wonderful weekend!
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