Open Poetry #2 |
The Glass Dome |
Lil-bit Junior Member
since 1999-08-03
Posts 29Tallahassee, Florida |
Feelings of isolation Feelings of despair She wondered how she got there A porcelain doll she was not She could hear and see She wondered, "Whats happened to me"? Her life that she had known Was long gone Now, trapped in the dome She longed for touch Not a little But VERY much Its great to talk and hear Of all the things so dear Please break the glass and whisper in my ear You look great I see I want to feel you close to me And hold you oh so near |
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Rand al'Thor Junior Member
since 1999-09-19
Posts 32Rochester, NY, USA |
It is interesting how so many people feel they are in a glass dome... I wonder if the glass can be broken without hurting the one inside? I like this one. -------------------------------------------- The rain it raineth on the just And also on the unjust fella, But chiefly on the just, because The unjust steals the just's umbrella. -- Lord Bowen |
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Julie Senior Member
since 1999-08-20
Posts 739Houston, TX |
Good point Rand. Liked this poem, I can relate! ------------------ Julie ------------------------- ..."to thine own self be true." >William Shakespeare |
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