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There are places that shine at night Those are called homes There are places that are never bright Those are called tombs So what does it mean When I sit alone at home Stranger to a light never shown? There are people who think they have my back They don't know where my back is located Or that I'm impervious to the attacks Because my stoic back is gold plated And those that stand behind me Feel free to chisel chunks Pieces fall off me as their lives grow richer There are bars that block my freedom These are called cells All the stars have mocked the kingdoms Before they fell There are things that last And things that pass Like broken glass on the grass No freedom or friends Or home to mend My heart's broken parts Sorrow ramparts Guard my frantic mind From your barbaric kind Until I'm trapped with only people I love I begin to hate myself Because I love them so much There are people I cannot touch
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Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 5:38 AM UTC
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There are places that shine at night Those are called homes There are places that are never bright Those are called tombs So what does it mean When I sit alone at home Stranger to a light never shown? There are people who think they have my back They don't know where my back is located Or that I'm impervious to the attacks Because my stoic back is gold plated And those that stand behind me Feel free to chisel chunks Pieces fall off me as their lives grow richer There are bars that block my freedom These are called cells All the stars have mocked the kingdoms Before they fell There are things that last And things that pass Like broken glass on the grass No freedom or friends Or home to mend My heart's broken parts Sorrow ramparts Guard my frantic mind From your barbaric kind Until I'm trapped with only people I love I begin to hate myself Because I love them so much There are people I cannot touch
Can be found in my self published poetry book “Icy”. https://www.amazon.com/Icy-Andrew-Rueter-ebook/dp/B07VDLZT9Y/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Icy+Andrew+Rueter&qid=1572980151&sr=8-1
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andrew-rueter
30/M/Kentucky
Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 5:38 AM UTC
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