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[title] => Through the Windowpane
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[bodytext] => Cross legged I sit on the floor No one's here, i've locked the door Chin resting on the window sill Watching the world i'm cast from still I swipe my hand to wipe away the dirt Light breaks through as I gaze upon the hurt In silent anger I stare and obsess At all the things i'll never possess As I sip once more from my envenomed cask There's one more question I have to ask Where were you When you heard the window shatter Was anyone there When my hand smashed the mirror Catatonic on the window sill Steadily and rapidly losing my will In this calmness desire is so loud My faint reflection is nearly part of the crowd Laid out before me, it's my hand of cards What I need diffracting in the pieces and shards My face is cracked, I can see it all Spider webbed glass begins to fall Where were you When you heard the window shatter Was anyone there When my hand smashed the mirror Vitreous is my soul, broken body knows no pain My eyes are blurred from glass particle rain Fragments rebounding everything I see Fragments in place of what I used to be In stillness I sit on the cold floor No one listens on the other side of the door Blood and glass on the window sill Shattered remnants of a faded will Where were you When you heard the window shatter Was anyone there When my hand smashed the mirror (What does it matter) [comments] => 5 [counter] => 231 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Vitreous_Soul [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 19 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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