SanctuaryA Poem by G.A. GrimWhen you think of the room, That inner refuge you retreat to, When the world becomes too real The room with which the walls, Are built of others opinions, And your secret hopes As you steal a glance, Through the cold iron bars, Of its single window What is it you see, That lies beyond the divide Do you imagine a door, In this private palace, Locked so very tight, Against all the fears, That possibly reside, Just outside On which of its sides, Lies the bolt For there is the chance, This sanctuary of yours, Is really a prison © 2017 G.A. Grim |
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1 Review Added on December 13, 2017 Last Updated on December 13, 2017 AuthorG.A. GrimOHAboutHello. I have been passionate about writing for many years, and would like to become better at it. I hope sharing my words with you here can help me achieve this. Thank you in advance for any feedback.. more..Writing
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