From An Airplane Window Poem by Chris Bradshaw
From An Airplane Window
Seven years in a cage
Will turn any page
Because brick walls and books
Demand second looks
These desires are clay
Newly molded each day
And my soul is like ice
Kept frozen in vice
But my heart is a flame
Set free by your name
Burning past all regret,
And selfish neglect
So as this world struggles by
I'll be a cloud in the sky
Looking down on a man
Destroyed by his plans
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4/26/2024 10:27:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Bradshaw Amazing showcase of poetry, keep it up