Sunday, September 19, 2010

The Glasshouse....

If I could throw a brick I would,
Shatter the glass windows that have sealed within me,
Why won't words come to me, where have you disappeared to,
Why do I struggle to speak, why won't I speak
Words disolve into the paper, my words have been stolen
My pen has dried from inactivity, it seems so long since I wrote
Has the old lady, sealed away my words for a prize


Though beauty surrounds me, beauty of the hopeful and the bleak
I see people in love, people lonely, I see beautiful people,
I see the homeless, craving for a piece of bread,
I see the happy, in joy of love, and life
but yet I am unmoved, I feel nothing, see nothing,
The circles and fountains unomove me, the rainbows don't seem to inspire me
Listless and enstranged, I see truly far away from them all
locked away in my world, insulated by everything
Invisibly moving through the days

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