Sunday Poem: Through Glass


Through Glass

She is walking through the door
Stepping over cracked floorboards
To her place near the window,
To watch a world through glass
Passing by, safe on the other side.

Her fingers can touch cold glass,
Obliterate the figures walking
About their own small lives
Along pavements far below.

She could wipe out a world,
One by one, by one.
The sound of their screams
Only silenced by distance and glass.
Leaving bare empty streets
For her to watch in safety.

Published by David Hadley

A Bloke. Occasionally points at ducks.

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