The glass gleams in the sunlight.
The sun is warm and the grass is green.
I am peaceful.
There is a man, a woman, a little boy.
They smile at me and I know that I love them.
I feel it surge in my heart and I run to them.
But I can get to them. There is glass blocking me and I can't get through.
I turn and run to a woman and three children playing together.
I bang on the glass, begging to be let in.
I scurry to a tall man and a small child. I scream and yell and plead.
No one will let me in. I punch the glass till my hands bleed and my heart stings more than my cuts.
They start to turn away and fade.
I screech for them to come back but I'm alone.
It's dark and the glass looks dull and there's no one around.
I feel lonely and unloved and I sink to my knees.
This isn't suppose to happen, I think. My life is suppose to be different.
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Dreaming With Your Eyes Open
PoetryThey say what's dead is never really gone. They say all kinds of things They say there are 5 stages of grief. I feel a hundred. They say you're in a better place. But wouldn't that be with me? What's better than being with the ones you love? I k...
