| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Emotional >> ID #1689395 |
| |||||||||||||
|
Lever your woes
With sweat and tears. Bruised wood will close, No door left open here - In my traitorous heart. Windows too Are locked and tinted. Glimmer of light to rue As the past is hinted - Can’t you fools see I need peace? Glances and gestures Which should not exist. You all are jesters Who always persist - Even as my silent yells abound.
© Copyright 2010 Free_Rip (UN: free_rip at Writing.Com).
All rights reserved.
Free_Rip has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |