Trapped inside.
I bang against the glass,
yet it will not yield.
Cold, hard, she stares at me.
Her eyes seem to only reflect sadness and bitter pain.
Why can't I get through?
No matter what I try it never seems to be enough.
I love you I scream at the top of my lungs.
The reflection is yelling back.
But we can't hear each other through the solid wall of glass.
So we turn and walk away.
Author notes
my daughter and me
Written December 29th, 2004
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This is good too..a dedication to parents....lol.....you made it to easy by your authors notes....try a hug....great write.
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Nice.
Interesting perspective, I really like the viewpoint from which this poem is written, it has a sort of hidden meaning we can all relate to, that feeling os suffocation, trying to talk to something that keeps mocking you and giving no responses, yet it's not really there at all. Anyway, I'll stop blabbing, nice write.
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