Eyes that looked
Through windows glass
Heartbeat submerged
In shadows past
Each raindrop
That ran its path
Merely tears
Trapped..alas.
The image of
That lonely face
Trapped within
The wooden frame
Haunts to sleep
In dreaming state
Burnt into time
A bitter fate.
Upon each stair
Of nightmare driven
Frozen features
Within a prison
Lost in time
But not to mind
Heartbeat submerged
A portrait kind.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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