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by Ariah Kaltesh Jan 8, 2008 category : Dark, fantasy / other
Stained glass windows in shades of gray Describe the prison in which I stay Window panes of blackened hearts Shattered pieces of broken parts The shards lie around the floor Held prisoner by the bolted door In the glass my life reflects A shattered heart I can't correct Littered all around cold tile My broken spirit dies in style Rain attacks the colored glass The grays are mixed in swirling mass This is where I lie and wait Watching as it grows too late As the outside sky fades black My spirit fades, not to come back
by kelleyana
This is indeed sad. I think you should find ways emancipate yourself, eg. Do some sports or even write until all that sadness liberates your mind. Very well written, kel.
by Alyce
I really enjoyed reading your poem .. it really mvd me !!... keep it up xxx
