I wait for the day your glass box breaks
And everything inside finally escapes
I watch from afar, the glass case shade and glow
With chaotic lines and depressive shadows
Each day the glass starts to crack
From being shaken, thrown and tapped
So now I wait for the contents to be freed
As you try to hide the inside in your great need
I wish you'd let it open, I wish you'd free yourself
For that shut glass box is anything but help
[metaphorical poem assignment]
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Poetic Attempts
RandomI suck at poetry, but I've been told I'm very good at it. [Most likely depressing]
