by Katherine Spaulding

Created on: May 13, 2008   Last Updated: July 09, 2008

Glass Case.
Here i am stuck in a glass case,
a coffin of sorts,
it was made from my tears,
from all of my fears
and all those lost years.
He was not old, but not young.
He was not mean, but not kind.
He was more than words can say.
His Spirit has drifted away.
I died and was trapped, in myself,
in my fears and tears shed for
lost years.
I lay here trapped in his memory,
He is still in my heart but that is dead too.
I'm gone, so far gone, trapped in this case,
this coffin,
longing once more for his sweet embrace.
In this glass chamber, mine and his final resting place,
This Glass Case.

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