Fools Prison Poem by Viola Grey
Fools Prison
Tapping on the cold mirror
of my soulless window,
you call me into the night.
Willingly, stupidly, I follow-
you pied piper of dreams,
you weaver of golden threads.
Not until I'm locked in the tower
of your bitterness prison
do I finally see
what love can do to fools.
16/11/08
I've read your work it's great I look forward to reading more of your work. Tokyo
Tapping on the cold mirror of my soulless window, you call me into the night. Willingly, stupidly, I follow- I love those lines great job. we all do things we know we shouldnt be we do anyway. Crystal
tread carefully, emotions often lead us astray, take heart there are and will be moments delicious and sweet, I am glad you use your poetry as an aphrodasiac, bittersweet,10
The heart has no common sense, love the 'soulless window' 10 from Tom
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That was a stunning write my friend top 10 Chris