A look. A sigh.
Resentment, swimming with the whales,
I watch the glassy surface, to see where the glass will fracture.
Breached by festering problems, previously unsaid.
Mouldy stale, pore covered issues,
My monthly subscription never running out,
‘TROUBLE AHEAD’ – same headline every time,
And I just hope, the barnacles protect against glass,
Sometimes they do. Others they don’t.
I love the painted glass. The poem in the beginning is awesome, lags in the middle. I think it might be more powerful if you rewrote the part on the subscription. Just my views, do not hate me for them.
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Appreciated. I freewrote, coulda spent a little more time reworking it. But I realise I hadn’t posted in awhile so typed this up.
Havent received ur story. Send to: efgeesus@mail.com
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I sent it please let me know if you get it. I sent it by e-mail awax@tampabay.rr.com
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