Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Poem 3

Pressed against the glass,
Starving just a few feet from your love

your unfeeling heart imprisons me

This is my curse,
To hold so tight to something so empty

careless eyes to blind to see

My heartbeat echos in this little room,
Sound of the drum lost in my ears

Empty words an iron cage

Fear running out,
to gone to save cant get through to you

Broken heart bleeding rage

Falling hard
still no net to save me

Trapped by love burned by your fire

I toss and turn but still no sleep,
Trapped in my unending nightmare

Trap of love snared by desire

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