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cold
by Andrew S Adamsand i see you there
drenched in blue
stone corner
the sound of your low sobbing.
i reach out and crumble to dust
as you touch my hand
the chains, pulled down tight
hold you in place.
try and pull the shackles loose
try to break from the wall
but echoes remind you
of your futility.
how cold, how cold
are the bars that jail your mind?
how cold, how cold
have you become? 11/23/2002 Posted on 11/23/2002
Copyright © 2025 Andrew S Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quinn Vokes on 11/25/02 at 10:21 PM i agree. painful. i especially love this line: "how cold are the bars that jail your mind?" it has a surreal feeling to it.;-) |
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