Trapped.
Through this tinted glass
You see the world.
You watch raging fireworks. Ruby. Sapphire.
In the backdrop of black.
It's a reflection in your eyes.
Symphony in your heart.
Soul escaping through the naval.
Banging ghost hands against the dark glass.
You're aware. You're able.
But on God's waiting list.
Seated in a room.
Carrying depressed green stink of gloom.
You're trapped.
YOU ARE READING
Growing
诗歌A collection of cliche poems illustrating the struggles of a dramatic teenager accompanied by average photography.
