P.H.Rose

Glass and Stone...

          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...

Comments5

  • swingline

    Sound sane to me . Listen to "Steel and Glass" by John Lennon . It will cheer you up . . . maybe .

    • P.H.Rose

      Thank you swingline

    • Allan J. Renaldo

      Beautiful, the poem. The meaning behind it; frightening. Stay strong. Know that you are loved. Amazing words, powerful impact.

      • P.H.Rose

        Thank you Allan J

      • Goldfinch60

        Sanity is there as the words of this poem prove. Good write.

        • P.H.Rose

          Thank you GF60

        • Louis Gibbs

          Well expressed message poem, P.H.Rose. Kudos!

          • P.H.Rose

            Thank you Louis...

          • ShannonXx

            Really nice poem, love the message

            • P.H.Rose

              Thank you Shannon



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