Tuesday, October 09, 2007

This Glass Box
This glass box where I lay,
only shows reflections.
I look out and wish,
they look in and stare.

This glass box where I lay,
holds me in so i can't be touched.
Transparent and clear,
I have no lies and nothing to hide.

This glass box where I lay,
I bang on it everyday.
No one hears me,
but only echos remain.

This glass box where I lay,
flooded with salt.
It stings my bruises and cuts,
where im left to fight for myself.

This glass box where I lay,
built by feelings.
Burnt by fear,
hardened by defence.

This glass box where I lay,
Am i there to stay?

This glass box........