Glass Walls

A Poem by Noename

I stand behind thick glass walls

Watching how fast time crawls

My heart beats slower with every long breath

My heart beats slow, but not to death

My fingers draw cold

More cold as I get old

The tips fade blue,

But there's nothing I can do

I'm locked behind thick glass walls

Watching the truth as he crawls

He reaches the glass and taps at my form

He does so again but I feel no more warm

-NN

© 2010 Noename

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Added on April 2, 2010
Last Updated on April 4, 2010

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Noename

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