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The Other Side of the Wall
by Genevieve Sturrocki thought we were working together
building a relationship
from the pieces of us both
i felt the connection,
saw the vision,
didn't you
didn't we talk and laugh
make plans and work out problems
i thought each moment
with you was another layer
of solid bricks upon
our foundation
so how did i end up here
inside a room with no roof
no door, no windows
banging on the walls
vainly trying to
get your attention
i hear your
charming laughter
floating down
fading to silence
as you drift away 04/28/2008 Posted on 04/28/2008
Copyright © 2025 Genevieve Sturrock
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 04/28/08 at 08:26 PM what a terrible box of echoes... sadness magnified. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/28/08 at 09:58 PM ...genevieve, if i had the guts to admit it, i'd fess-up to being who you wrote this about...i vainly try so many times and for naught, when i read that line, i stopped had to read it again, it wasn't funny, but i had to read it again because is/was so summative of so much, love the line breaks, that's dressing!mmmm...charlie |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 04/29/08 at 04:25 PM And no door, no window. That just summed it up for me. The isolation, the rejection, the agony of hearing the laughter. *sending warm hugs* I see the crystaline tears of the most precious sadness... |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 05/02/08 at 04:11 PM Sounds like rooms I have built myself at times. You have captured the nature of a relationship that seems to have come down to communication problems...hope you find ladder. Like the metaphor of this. smh |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 05/05/08 at 02:14 PM Very well expressed. |
| Posted by Ann Krischus on 05/09/08 at 01:31 PM i love especially the third stanza. |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 07/25/09 at 03:30 AM oh, so sad! isn't it sad that i kinda anticipate this happening with most people i meet, so i don't invest... i shrink back and miss out on great friendships. i'm glad to call you friend, no matter the distance or time that lapses. |
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