Polished Glass

Living in this windowless world,

as I listen to what has already been heard.

The birds chirping in the sky,

Making me want to get up, and try.

Try, try to reach the highest star!

As I rise, rise and grow afar.

The wingless butterfly can still flap,

as there is always a little gap.

The bottomless pit has an end.

Flowers bloom even in black sand.

The sun hanging by an invisible thread,

We forget the scars we have bled.

The sun shines this very day,

No need for dark or dismay.

I fly in my flightless bones,

My flaps of might move stones.

The story of a thousand tongues,

told by different hands and lungs.

Only one thing to fear and hate,

your inner Hell, opening it's gate.

So Smile! Smile I say!

Ignore the ongoing play!

Listen to the calming flaps,

let them be your encouraging claps.

There is only one person you need,

only one to satisfy your inner greed.

Look at the polished silver glass,

And close Hell's opening pass.

For this is the world we live in,

Filled with bitter souls and loving kin.

Real love only comes from one place,

the window, waiting for your grace.

Reviews

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

This was a good poem. I liked the message within the poem. It was really beautifully written. Thanks for sharing. :)

[Ry]

You know normally, I can think of about a million things to say to anything and everything. All of my friends get pretty annoyed at me when I continuously write them giant paragraphs. But your poetry is so shockingly accurate, and has such a great flow to it that I am at a loss for words. Congratulations, Mr. Ryan Falzon - Tymon. You have made me truly speechless.

[Emily B]

lovely words

[Sports Girl]

I liked this a lot. It was really good and true. It flowed really well. Great job.