A glass curtain tries to hide,
behind a window clean and fine.
Fragile like the crystal dove,
who's peace has passed it's prime.
Shattered hopes upon the floor,
of what will never be,
of chances tolled out long ago,
dignity, its only fee.
Fear and hostility feigning life,
fading all that's dull.
Mindful of the road ahead,
not knowing where to go.
Author notes
Written May 11th, 2005
A contest entry
- Dark Sad Depressing Poems by xxFallenAngelxx22.
300 points, ended May 12, 2005, 11 entries
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flows all together.. liked it alot
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No, blueberry...Or poppyseed! Sweet...
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yeah, i bet you do.. and i'm sure we're not talkin bran here
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Well, I do like muffins. Heh heh.
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yes, any 'children's tunes' and rhymes are spooky to me... remind me of "march of the wooden soldiers" with all those creeply lil bastards runnin' around... i love it, scares the daisies outta me.... is there a different significance to your author name?
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My name spooked you? Sweet!
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this was an awesome poem... a winner... your author name intrigued me and almost 'spooked' me a little... great write
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very nice. good luck in my contest
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