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Stained Glass

Ticking clock, buzzing insects. Gazed up, shuffled decks. Swirl of emotions, someone in mind. Unspoken words, actions in bind. Unrealized truth, betrayed dreams. Infinite loop, so it seem. Sleepless nights, doubtful mornings. Wandering around, helpless beginnings. Restless mind, worn out body. Leaving everything behind, start all over again.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 5/1/2019 12:50:00 AM
In my opinion, this poem is like what happens in night, looking back on the day, what you did, either good and bad. Powerful reflection in this one. Great poem!
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Date: 4/26/2019 5:47:00 AM
Marc, this is a darling free verse poem, not easy to do, and effective in every way. Welcome to Poetry Soup my friend.
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Marc Buisa
Date: 4/29/2019 9:46:00 AM
Thank you very much.