A Scarecrow In The Corn.

Can you see inside my head
Can you see the fire
Can you see the hidden pain
Of loss and deep desire

Can you see the tear stained walls
That wrap around my heart
Or feel the ache that still resides
In a chamber set apart

A shadow cage remiss of bars
That drains the very soul
With each and every single beat
Remains an empty hole

A place still locked in darkness
Seeking light to be reborn
A barren place, of love laid waste
A scarecrow in the corn.



Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2007-06-06 at 15:04

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normalil
These words speak volumes from my drained heart. I love the image of a scarecrow in the corn, it seems to me to be the proletariat in the midst of capitalism.
2007-06-14


Kathy Lockhart
Outstanding poetry. The visions, the emotions are real and so touchable. Beautifully done
2007-06-09


M Heathcote
Sorry Graham
meant to post this with your poem
What Price the Shame
I think i must have <-gone back!
2007-06-08


M Heathcote
Hi Graham

A wonderful poem!
And reminds me so much of Wilfred Owen

poems like; Anthem for Doomed Youth
I do so much admire his work and then wonder how
much more he would of achieved if he'd survived the war!

Now reload that pen...::..> lol
2007-06-08


Peter J. Kautsky
great read, powerful metaphor of the scarecrow defining the poem.
2007-06-07


nature
GREAT POEM ONCE AGAIN
I CAN LEARN A LOT FROM YOU
IM TOUCHED
2007-06-06