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Glass Bottle |
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Octave Member
since 2008-07-29
Posts 186Highlands, Scotland. |
Kay, another daring unrhyming one. Not too keen on it. Glass Bottle Trapped inside This glass bottle Which way up Doesn’t matter No one sees me No ones hears My words of wisdom Trapped with me Caged in shards Of broken light Trapped in glass Or in myself Hands pressed up Leave my smeared Imprints of regret And self loathing Easily cracked but Hard to shatter Inside or out Doesn’t matter By myself I Know that this Glass bottle is My choice Trapped I’m not As really This glass bottle Is my safe Standing inside This glass bottle The one way out Is believing. |
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Stacey011 Junior Member
since 2008-10-27
Posts 18Australia |
I liked this one  Good work. Was honest, without beating around the bush. Great stuff. |
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aimebaby New Member
since 2008-11-01
Posts 9 |
i always prefer non-rhymer's and i loved this poem. Very interesting imagery, well chosen that conveyed your emotions well. |
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