poem

I haven't written poetry in a LONG long time. Poetry often goes unappreciated these days anyway. I'm not even certain why I'm sharing this one, I know it's not even that good. I've gotten a bit rusty it seems.

The Glass Box

I see your pain
I see the blood
dripping from your vein
An emotional flood

I reach out to you
But feel only glass
only cold seeps through
trapped i cannot pass

Can you see me?
Do you know I'm here?
You are the one free.
Do you know my fear?

I can't come to your aid
to make you feel better
how was this box made?
I can't escape it not ever