Danny Stinson Poet Free verse

The Tower

Far above those lofty clouds
In a tower in the sky,
Distanced from the noisy crowds,
And protected from the Lie.

The spire shines and blazes,
A beacon for all who hope.
At the bottom are crimson mazes,
And the stillness of a rope.

The glass halts any force,
But is becoming close to brittle.
Each hit it takes, it cracks, of course.
And shards fall little by little.

This opening that now exists
Drops me now to the abyss.

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Lizzie Treetop February 25, 2012 at 4:39 PM Oh Danny please please look after you, you are cared about by so many including myself. Hugs Lizzie

Chrysanthemum Flower February 19, 2012 at 4:00 PM Well written poem, I enjoyed reading it. :)

Anne-Lise Andresen February 19, 2012 at 6:51 AM Very well written Danny,touching lines. - oxox Anne-Lise

Robert Pettit February 16, 2012 at 9:26 PM You are describing a disturbing dream in vivid detail while using appropriate rhyming. This is a decent write.