Glassy bubble

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by smackh2o, Sep 6, 2007.

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  1. smackh2o

    smackh2o SF Supporter

    Sat inside my glassy bubble,
    Away from all I deem as trouble
    Watching through the placid cell,
    The people, screaming, living in hell

    They rush around like blue arsed flies,
    And get so stressed their hair falls out
    Till one of the many finally dies,
    And all I can do is nothing, but shout

    But they can't hear me in my glassy prison,
    The world goes by, begging for death
    So I sit there trying my best to listen,
    A crying shame, what an awful mess

    The people are gone now, no one but me,
    Still I sit here inside this glass cage
    I rest forever, with not a soul to see,
    Just me, myself and a stomach of rage
  2. Very nice. :smile:
  3. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Alumni SF Supporter

    Great poem :)
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