Banging On The Glass Poem by Jack Kennedy

Banging On The Glass



Banging on the glass
forehead is red
throat is raw
Fingernails bled
Can't see me
Banging on the glass
Mirrored glass
Shatter proof
Crystal Impasse
Can't sense me
banging on the glass
Can't see me
Can't hear me
Can't feel me
Can't love me
Banging on the glass
Tears on cheek
Lump in throat
Knees are weak
Love is lost
You don't hear me
Banging on the glass.

Thursday, October 5, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: romance
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