Glass

• Artist: Angel Marie Luna
• Description:
• Date: 09/13/2009
• Tags: glass

Glass

My hand pressed on the glass
Knowing this will be my last
My icy breath smeared across
My distant smile lost
Looking from the outside in
All the memories begin
Their all the same, nothing new
Tear me all the way through
Tired of acting as someone I'm not
How can I when I forgot
Who I really am inside
And put aside
What do I have to call “home”
Am I really all alone?
Locked to see the truth
Even from you
In the window I'll stare at the reflection
For that is who I am, an infection
Theses eye's weren't the same as yesterday
This face has come to betray
Red drips down the glass
Knowing this will be the last
Left so broken and jaded
I have fallen, I have faded

Comments

[Artemis812]

Very nice! In a way many people can relate to your poem. Not everybody shows who they really are... Their aura is hidden behind thick glass that no one can look through or try to understand. Your poem speeks the reality that people try to hide from.... Brilliant poem Marie!