Looking Through Windows

My first creative writing poem

A dark hidden man

Walks down the long street

 Looking in all the windows

Curious as to what he might see

A dimly lit room

Two spark the flame

One secret night to love

Bathed in the moons silent glow

Pink toes smacking a hard wooden floor

Daddy’s home to greet his little girl

She flies into superman’s arms held wide

Receives all her lovings and says goodnight

Unpaid bills sitting on the kitchen table

A mothers hands, fisted though tangled hair

Just another cigarette, just one more drink

A hidden child lays asking God, ‘please make it okay’

His belt hangs there still on the wall

Until drunkenness takes over, it become his toy

His children hide in fear, huddled close together

Waiting for a man they never knew to appear

A lost runaway takes shelter in a church

Gone by day but back every night

Before she lets sleep take her away she kneels

Praying for a family and one of her own someday

A mother sits rocking in her chair

Her husband standing over her with love

Their son’s hand lays gently on his mother’s round belly

All their faces bare smiles, one perfectly happy family

The man reaches his door, hangs his coat inside

He squints at the lights as he glares at the empty chair

Happy moments run through his head, the house stays grim

He sits and waits day by day for the day they’ll be together again.

Reviews

[DeadlySoul]

Oh, how I love this. It's brilliant. Kept me reading.