Glass House 'R I P'
Shattered and cracked this house is but a shack
too much light as it tries to attack the sun burning upon my back
No door to enter or even a window in the center
no form of escape as the earth starts to quake
Millions of pieces flutter all around
cutting me deeper as they rest upon the ground
With pain I have endured the time is growing near
for freedom at last I have found a cure
Resting beneath the ground
my headstone reads ' I'm Homeward Bound.'
Contest: Your best poem with metaphors
Sponsored by: Silent One Placed 7th
8/8/ copyright 2015
Contest Sponsored by: Rob Carmack 'Screwed VI' Placed 6th
Copyright © Tammy Reams | Year Posted 2015
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