when I think of you
my heart skips
to the beat of
being smothered
and covered in the
arms of my lover
gently goes away
the pain..of living
off the edge of
the window pane..
dressing in front
of the mirror
and looking back
at me is a fracture
of some other reality..
and what stings me
the most..is the
driving force..
of sunshine thru
the pain of glass
and echoes of madness
will most certainly
pass..laughter from
the inmates..and the
warden still has the
key..to release us..
dear lord..let it
please us..amen..
By Rick Weber
February 27, 2012
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