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Windowsill
The cars pass by.
The cars don’t even catch a glance at what is happening in the house.
They look, but all they see is the blinds.
Those blinds were the only thing blocking freedom.
Nothing worked.
Not screaming, not crying.
The dare to run was a dare best left,
Alone.
His hand gripped harder.
He did his best to distract everyone from the scene.
The gruesome, despicable, horrifying scene.
It worked.
Not a single soul saw the events that took place.
Not a single one turned to look.
Not one even glanced.
They all simply enjoyed their blissful ignorance.
They all look through their own tinted glass.
They never thought to remove the lenses, not once.
Shades of crimson, charchruse, and aquamarine,
Provided these people with comfort.
These same shades eluded me.
The cars don’t even catch a glance at what is happening in the house.
They look, but all they see is the blinds.
Those blinds were the only thing blocking freedom.
Nothing worked.
Not screaming, not crying.
The dare to run was a dare best left,
Alone.
His hand gripped harder.
He did his best to distract everyone from the scene.
The gruesome, despicable, horrifying scene.
It worked.
Not a single soul saw the events that took place.
Not a single one turned to look.
Not one even glanced.
They all simply enjoyed their blissful ignorance.
They all look through their own tinted glass.
They never thought to remove the lenses, not once.
Shades of crimson, charchruse, and aquamarine,
Provided these people with comfort.
These same shades eluded me.
Published 23rd Jun 2023
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24th Jun 2023 1:14am
The first poem I read since joining the website, and my first post.
Every single human being on the planet undergoes some form of abuse throughout their entire life -- whether it be physical as the poem implies or emotional/mental.
The word "Alone" on a line by itself hit me hard. It really drives home the feeling of isolation.
Every single human being on the planet undergoes some form of abuse throughout their entire life -- whether it be physical as the poem implies or emotional/mental.
The word "Alone" on a line by itself hit me hard. It really drives home the feeling of isolation.
