Through the Glass

Through the Glass

A Poem by Rac7hel

Strange, awkward. Perfect.
I climb in bed again.
Hope for peace, but it's a gamble, and
I don't really mind.
My eyes glass over and I descend.

Ascend.
At last.

I am awake in a thousand ways,
When judgement waits behind 
The brittle glass.

© 2010 Rac7hel


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Added on July 25, 2010
Last Updated on July 25, 2010

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Rac7hel
Rac7hel

New Orleans, LA



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I'm Rachel, more commonly known as Rac7hel around these here internets. I write pretty poetry and take pretty pictures... I try my damnedest to play pretty music. I do other stuff but I'll save that f.. more..