Windows of The World

Shirley Shuler on Mar 13, 2010

A closed world…

Pieces of faces

Passing in the distance

Uncertain, reaching out

To unfamiliar faces

Moving forward, looking back

Counterfeit dreams left behind

Fire under burning feet

Can’t comprehend what all this

Hate and fighting is for

Feeling half pass dead

Looking for a place to hide

Running fast, running hard

Too many windows of the world

Closed, nailed shut

Behind iron bars

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standingproud on Mar 14, 2010
well my friend this is deep with feeling.
Reach out never stop, if not before or the a hand will reach for yours.
Shirley me likey your poem of desperation
ken bultman on Mar 14, 2010
Whoa. What’s wrong?
Shirley Shuler on Mar 14, 2010
So much going on in the world, Ken, just had to pen it.
giftarist on Mar 14, 2010
Oh my. That’s well expressed Shirley.
Ruby Hawk on Mar 15, 2010
We gotta keep our heads up and watch the hindermost.
darren15my on Mar 25, 2010
Nice one..

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