Glass CoffinA Poem by StacyPerryNot sure how I feel about this poem. I had it flow out, but still...
Knowing if you are behind the glass,
Means you know if you are able to be touched or just seen Feeling nothing as you are hidden from the remarks so crass, You can watch them all walk by as you deem Now if you were in front of the glass there is no protection, You are vulnerable to those who walk by you This is when people poke you in every section, They also never listen to a protest from your lips as you try to soothe I would prefer to be the one inbetween the panes as I am told, Protected on both sides No one could touch you no matter which side they strolled, Caught in a glass coffin of which you have given permission and others simply abide Now I am staring at you as you are the freak of the sideshow, Caught up in the things that spin around the encasement I'm the safe one and you shall reap what you sow, I can watch you from the security of my protected self of which the coffin is unbent You can't touch me now, You can't forget me You can watch as I take a bow, I'm the star of this circus called life and within the glass now I am not the blind one, can't you see?? © 2010 StacyPerryFeatured Review
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5 Reviews Added on July 8, 2010 Last Updated on July 8, 2010 AuthorStacyPerryAshtabula, OHAboutI have another profile on here I can not get into, so I had to start a new one. Please read ALL of my Poetry and Writings on this page and my old site on here [in which I have a lot of work.....*a tea.. more..Writing
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