What color is your soul?
Can enemies become brothers?
Are we still fighting the wars of our fathers?
The blood has dried forever but we remain scarred
Bruised and battered
Porous skin leaving permanent tattoos of the wounds
The fighting goes on
Bullets disguised as depression, loneliness and fear
In the comfort of strangers, we find temporary solace
We turn to these strangers behind the glass to reveal our inner most secrets
The closer we are, the further we have become
My favorite mistake was loving you
No looking back
A disaster from the start; sucked into a merry-go-round of impending doom
Round and round we went
Faster and faster
The flowers flew off
The gifts shattered with the force of the spin
The horses stopped spinning
Into the arms of another
A quick release
A new ride
No seat belt; crash predetermined
The noise is louder now
More have joined the fight
Screaming inside for the silence to return
Flowers in the meadow
One thought on “Stranger Behind the Glass – Original Poem”
Hit right on the nose! Great!
Troy Conway MBA916-233-7873
Date: Fri, 3 Jul 2015 12:59:18 +0000 To: firstname.lastname@example.org