Death Behind the Glass

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Eyes are cut, at the sight of glass;

as hope is stolen, like a smash and grab-

for a prisoner’s release, is a temporary freedom;

a balancing act, a gymnasium-

and just like evasive peace, fate leaps;

the future is slow, and lags as it creeps-

a man double-takes at death, like a deja vu;

when darkness consumes the very core of you…

Copyrightcopyright April 11, 2014

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