Eric Cockrell

Glass Partition - Poem by Eric Cockrell

she lives her life
behind a glass partition.
shuffling papers, washing dishes,
sweeping the floor.
sipping on sterile water,
her hands squeaky clean...
even her cat's been declawed!

he comes in from work,
both tired and bruised.
his pants are dirty,
his hands ache and throb.
pours a small drink,
and lights up a smoke...
sits quietly with an angry stare.

two worlds revolving,
two distant shores.
the phone rings, wrong number,
there's a knock on the door.
she turns her head unwilling to feel,
he hurls the bottle at the glass...
stands up, and looks for the broom!

Comments about Glass Partition by Eric Cockrell

  • (4/11/2012 12:58:00 PM)

    Really like this, many couples split up because when
    The guy gets home from work and wants five minutes peace.
    Does he get it? . Never. A great write.
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 11, 2012

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