Meet the gypsy in a glass container
Some say the see nothing but for her
And yet she's invisable
Just another soul far from likable.
Hands pressed to the encasement
Screaminmg, crying, shattered on pavement
Everything is bottled so tight
No sound, no hope, no wind, no light.
The freedom she wishes for:
The slamming of doors
A dark summer's dawn
Sneaking out past the lawn.
What she is left with:
Love is only a myth
No freedom of choice
The noise ripped from her voice.
A beautiful girl in a crystal display
So pretty, so pure, so straight-away
Such righteousness held
Not any scars for a weld.
A scared hopeless girl
Locked in her own world
She hides in it by day
To keep the guards at bay.
Please come and free the gypsy from her glass container
Please come and open the latch
Hurry and act before her own emotions betray her
Oh, won't anyone open the hatch?
YOU ARE READING
My Arrangement of Chaos
PoetrySome poems tell a story, other tell of emotions. This one speaks of a place, where all things exist and nothing can ever hurt you. The next is the equivalent of bottled up emotions.
