Glass

Time passes by without you

Everyday brings another moment

Another moment that passes by

Its like looking through a glass wall

Able to see but not to touch

I watch as you are happy

I see when you are sad

Smile when you smile

But it all means nothing

I say this with my hands

placed against the glass wall

and I realize that this wall

is nothing but a box

not to keep others out

but to keep me in

I scream, I shout

But no one ever hears me

You were the one

Who placed your hand against the glass

Who saw me for what I am

Who accepted me

For that I am grateful

To you always

But there's nothing for me to do

except sit here as time passes by

 

Reviews

[FlatLineBeauty]

Missed reading your work, bud. Hope to see you around soon. xo FLB.... or as you know.... Mandie

[FlatLineBeauty]

For just giving writing a try it seems like you have some awesome talent here. Beautifully written. Winter

[Christoph]

Your 'About' blurb says you are new to this and just giving writing a try. With a piece like this, I don't think I'm being *too* hyperbolic to say that the world at large has something to gain from your writing. This is one of the most impactful pieces I've read here so far, and your glass box metaphor is perfect.

[RedVengeance]

I really appreciate that. Thank you.