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Heart in a Box

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Rushing through like waterfalls,

images in billions

struggle to erase all life,

just to form an empty sore reality.

Trapped in a call, lost, a fearless runaway

wondering when did the run begin.


A heart in a box of glass,

willingly or unwillingly,

eager for a change that never comes.

And life goes by, it goes by

as you look through the walls,

the walls of glass.

Dripping low like tears of joy,

memories of bygone days

stumble on a future life

where the floor takes place above mentality.

Fallen apart, now, the pieces run away

lingering not, while my time abides.

© The Lilac Tree Poetry, by Gabriel Romanos.

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