Fractured Windows

Fractured Windows

A Poem by D Alan Johnstone

Dusk seeps in 

through gaping holes.

I am drunk.

The window and I 

in solidarity.


My hole to fill

with 2D visions

…apparitions

for whom I am 2D as well.


Endless chatter 

shares deep secrets

with 2 dimensions 

I know the least.


Why do I let these beasts in 

through fractured windows?


Why not burden

those I touch

with my secrets

…my love?


Anonymity?

…could be


or the need to

be seen,

admired,

adored at times.


Fairy tales don’t survive.

I am alive and these windows

are smothering.


Open them up!

Tactile!

Feel this vivid landscape


for real.


© 2017 D Alan Johnstone



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Added on December 7, 2017
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