Echo throughout the glass, on the highest floor, of your highest desire.
Looking out the glass door, to see what heaven has given us…
Before you slip away and never return.
Before you echo through the glass and you let it break.
Before you look outside and see what Hell has given us…
But it’s nothing too unusual.
It’s incriminating.
It’s agitating.
It’s not letting me breathe.
Hide from the looking glass, on the lowest floor, of your lowest desire.
Looking away, to see what you’ve been missing…
Before you slip away and never return.
Before you say a sound, just to be heard.
Before you see the sun, and think of what life has given us.
But it’s nothing too unusual.
It’s incriminating.
It’s agitating.
It’s not letting me breathe.
And I want to breathe.
Author notes
I love the first line...that's all I have to say
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this is really gd well done
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wow
that was so haunting. brilliant read i loved it.
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^^ yay! -huggelfs-
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Great work, this piece really caught my attention. I can relate to this quite a bit, especially the last eight lines. Also, I love "Before you say a sound, just to be heard." I cannot count the amount of times I've done exactly that,
Nice write,
Cadence
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^^ thank you. I know a few people who love that line...that I forced to read the poem to
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i love it!
it's amazing.
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I love it
I could feel the pain restricing my chest♥
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like it
interesting metaphors ya got going on here. I'd like to see more.
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