Barred Window

I see myself reflected 

in the barred window.

My face up against the glass.

I'd plead, but I've lost the words.

Too numb.

Too shaken.

An eerie quiet

Pervades the endless night.

Reviews

[Traci]

Such a powerful message of helplessness. Our reflection mirrors our soul as our eyes plead, words lost...
So heartfelt, again well done, D.

[Diana]

A beautifully written review. Thanks again.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

pleading will do no good sometimes....and we often can't find the right words anyhow...

we just stare at the glass...and wonder why we are so helpless...

[Diana]

Eyes can plead, even if our word won't any more. Sigh. Yes to that last part.

[Sami Khalil]

" I've lost the words.
Too numb.
Too shaken.
An eerie quiet"

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. I have felt the power of the situation and words. The quiet nights with their eeriness can conjure so many feelings and desires. It is hard indeed. I hope your barred window will see the rainbow across some day...Excellent...:)..................

[Diana]

Thank you, Sami.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome muchly...:)....................

[Jack...]

Diana, I am sure many can relate to this poem...I am one of them. This is very well written, such a short amount of words, but still screaming their message.

[Diana]

Thank you, Jack.