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Rusted Wire

I can see the sky
Through my rusty wire cage and
I can see your eyes
Looking back up from the page
I can see the dust
Painting pictures on the clouds
Painting pictures on the sky
Of a broken lullaby

I can see the snow
Through my rusty wire cage and
I can see you cry
As I tear apart the page
I can see the truth
The truth below it all
The truth is that there wasn't
Ever any here at all
And I can see the trees
Painting pictures on the clouds
Painting pictures on the sky
Of all our well-meant lies

I can see the time
Break my rusted wire cage and
I can see you smile
As we slowly turn the page
I can see the clouds
Painting pictures on the sky
Painting pictures on my dreams
Of our loving lullaby.





Poetry by Morgan Cellohead
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Written on 2009-06-09 at 08:54

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Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
I love this! Such and awesome flow. Thanks.
2009-06-09


Sun.Moon.Stars.Rain
Dang...your imagery here is brilliant...without the last stanza this poem would be scarily dark, but I like the hopeful note provided by those last few lines. It's almost as though two possible outcomes of the future are provided with the second and third stanzas (don't know if that's intentional or not, that's just the feeling it left me with). Amazingly well-written.
2009-06-09