The Window

Written Feb 19 2014.

I look outside this window.

A plain, square window that frames all that it wishes to hold.

Lights flash towards the ceilings of the willows.

A crown of thorns is bestowed.

Every head who decides to sell their humanity has singed blood.

Black figures know what damage has been done.

We walk with exposed heels to step on shards of glass.

It's then and only then when we learn at last.

We are committed to a life unexpected.

One where colors please thirsty eyes

And where it kills to run to the end.

We are smiling now unaware of the skies.

Disguises are the emblems of what they all have feared.

Quiet and deprived are the victims who stand healed.

I look outside this window.

A plain, square window and who knows what it really holds.

Reviews

[hdean]

Fantastic use of language!