On the outside of the glass
Aphorisms ringing like a bell
Insensitivity weaves a cobweb
Vulnerability trapped in a
medical syringe
Harshness spoken with a sterile
and violent tongue
Commanding and demanding
Blatant and in bright lights
Waterworks flowing like a creek
Hearts awaken and cringe
An awkward silence creeps
Hoping love seeps through the cracks
seeking a mysterious ocean
Storm of Ink 
Harshness with sterile really got to me. Your ability to contrast is so concise and poignant. Well done!
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We all want to find our way to the ocean, don’t we? Excellent write, Braeden. ❤
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Yes we do! Thank you Kindra! ❤️
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❤ ❤ ❤
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Oh how I love this.
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Thanks Tara!
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That’s so beautifully written. I love the way of your writing!
“…Hoping love seeps through the cracks.
seeking a mysterious ocean”!
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Thank you so much for reading and the comment!
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Yes, this is a great ending of the poem, very powerful.
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Thank you so much!
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You are always kindly welcome.
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Thank you!
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Of course!
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My pleasure
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