The Man in the Glass HouseA Poem by Phill Oz O'feeShattered dreamsThe
Man in the Glass House The
only way The
man in the glass house Could
communicate Was
to tightly tie His
words around a stone And
chuck them through the glazing But
the people Did
not read his writings Because
they were covered in sharp shards And
they were afraid Not
only of being wounded But
believed a poison covered them His
apparent transparency Was
stained And
blackened by their hatred of the truth So
they threw thick tar Upon
the very symbolic structure Of
his characteristic dwelling So
for now The
man in the glass house Lives
in unwarranted shadowy silhouettes Of
detestation From
those who do not accept His
unique diversity Yet
the conviction To
believe Someone
outside his conservatory world Would
unfold the writings Wrapped
around those fateful stones Remained
unchangeable As
was predestined One
adventurous inquisitive soul Unshackled
their chains of trepidation And
tentatively Peeled
off a parchment page From
its stony host And
there dawned An
enlightenment of great revelation Poignantly
scrawled Were
the thoughts Of
the man in the glass house Asking
for forgiveness Copyright
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5 Reviews Added on January 9, 2022 Last Updated on January 9, 2022 AuthorPhill Oz O'feeWinchester, Hampshire, England, United KingdomAboutI am caught in a time spiral of confusion; that period we all experience between birth and death. Somewhere inside hides a poet, writer, lyricist and/or whatever, laying dormant and suppressed by s.. more..Writing
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