Glass Box

Standing there – silent like

the windless night. Just watching

my every action with no expression;

or so it seems. Masked behind

a layer of make-up with the

black tears to add a nice touch,

you just stand there.

Standing inside the glass box

you have put yourself in –

away from all society. Why

should I rescue you if I

know I get nothing in return?

You are just going to put yourself

in your little glass box again.

By: Arjun Kay


Posted on August 13, 2011, in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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