July 07, 2009 08:24 AM EDT
(Updated: July 07, 2009 08:32 AM EDT)
The windowpane screams.
Too many dirty little hands
pounding the unbreakable.
Vacant- eyed stares
through dusty streaks.
Hope etched
in a hairline crack.
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Comments: 18
I hope the hope shall spread to shatter the set up. This is the best I have read today. You have made my day.
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Thank you for your kind comment, Poddar.
Wow this one hits hard - powerful poem Cheryl! It hit me right in the gut!
Hope the hairline crack turns into a pane of escape. Wonderful Cheryl.
And beyond? lies what potential?
Starkly beautiful and chilling Cheryl. Love that: "etched in a hairline crack"
Great poem, my friend. Thought provoking. Thank you for posting to our group.
A nice verse with deep thoughts
oft hope be the only grounds
to which our buriel will be found
Tight makes words speak loudly. Very well done.
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the route 'out'!
thanks for sharing..
Thank you, everyone....for your kind comments
Oooh, so real, gritty and awesome!
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for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
very powerful
The tone is very sad, but there is hope and it's worth giving your all to find it.