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Tempered Glass

October 20, 2009 by · 3 comments

Bobbi Dawn Rightmyer

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I’m so distorted and wavy, not at all serene
My thoughts are captured like the curves in tempered glass
Frosted over, trapped in dark, trapped in light
Always my own, and trapped inside my head

Why can’t others see as I do, the rapidly changing world
The dangerous times in which we live
Hazy waves of violent hostilities, destroying the fabric of life
Leaving us in staggered amazement and full-gale trepidation

When will peace prevail, or at least a steady calm
A breath of tranquil kisses in the face of all alarms
I send a prayer onto the wind to blow a gentle wish
Then I’ll remain like tempered glass as hazy as my fears

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