Tom's Place
Tangled vines covering the walls,
And tangled knots
Of emotion…
The stifled anger of nineteen years.
A place to be kept.
Pain remembered and anticipated
Through interlocking window panes
Pulsing orb of sorrow,
Tangled web of lies.
He wants to move,
To scream, to fight,
To clear away
The vines, and shatter
the window.
Pain……
But it isn’t Tom’s place.
Copyright © Ginna Wilkerson | Year Posted 2006
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