Beyond the blue gates
Of a restricted sanctuary
A misfit oasis of trinkets.
The swords and treasures
Planets and paints,
Couches and trees,
Stairs and the loft.
The wall airplanes,
The lights and the seats.
Behind the curtains
The heroes hide.
Defending their honorable red armor.
They carry themselves in a bold manner.
Disguised as you. The valiant cowards,
Misguided soldiers, driven by indifference.
Unacknowledged bond of brigands.
Mouths sewn shut of talking walls,
Sequin by sequin.
They are like no one else, nor eachother.
You wont see them coming,
Though they are hidden in plain sight.
You wont know they left.
The graceful underdogs.
Authority is neither challenged nor questioned,
Never acknowledged.
Aware that their glory will fade,
The brigade marches strong.
Until the day they leave their castle,
Their personal Kingdom.
Despite their inevitable fate,
Forever engraved in the hardened gates.
The backstage heroes. _________________ is it gay in here, or is it just me?
Thu Nov 05, 2009 1:41 am
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Posts: 1880
TheCarissa,
I don't know how this poem has gone a month without comment! My apologies.
This poem flows well and I like how you paint the setting for your reader.
I hope to read more from you soon.
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