Glass and Stone...
I sit in my box
My box of glass and stone.
Staring to my wall, at my disconnected phone.
No calls I've had today, been non near every day.
No one wants to talk to me, in any kind of way.
I look out of my glass, at blue and white and green.
No soul has ever looked back, for I am never seen.
Time cannot be counted as no clock I have inside
Days and nights are one, my calendar they'd hide.
Darkness and light are my only other friends.
Light will give a smile, but darkness never bends.
One page is sat by me, as outside it starts to rain
a word stands out in bold, I'm now medically INSANE...
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Author:
P.H.Rose (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 14th, 2017 02:59
- Comment from author about the poem: Sat in my bedroom last night Flirting with insanity..... Will this be my end ??
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Comments5
Sound sane to me . Listen to "Steel and Glass" by John Lennon . It will cheer you up . . . maybe .
Thank you swingline
Beautiful, the poem. The meaning behind it; frightening. Stay strong. Know that you are loved. Amazing words, powerful impact.
Thank you Allan J
Sanity is there as the words of this poem prove. Good write.
Thank you GF60
Well expressed message poem, P.H.Rose. Kudos!
Thank you Louis...
Really nice poem, love the message
Thank you Shannon
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