Visions of the world through old windows

The battle of the Mind

A vision of the world through broken Glass.
All the faces distorted.
All the colors mixed into one.
All the lights twisted and confused.
The Glass cage is shivering.
Fighting for its integrity.
Will it survive?
Will I survive?
The battle of the mind, has just begun.

Poetry by ForeignFragments
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Written on 2005-10-04 at 23:46

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none of us will survive... the question is just, how long it will take.

John Ashleigh
I find this is better than your first peice. Maybe your choice of words could be more powerful?

Keep it up, and comment on other poems! :)