by Gaaya N
Behind the window,
I can hear
Voices travel,
Tones rising,
Hearts breaking,
Whole worlds turning upside down,
Behind the window,
I can see,
A father waving goodbye to his family,
I can see,
Futures being changes,
Lines being cut,
A whole new world of possibilities,
Snipped off,
Behind the window,
I can taste,
The sour truth,
Radiating from the straight-backed woman,
And colliding with the man behind her.
Behind the window,
I can feel,
Regret lingering in the air,
A promise made long ago,
Broken,
forevermore.
(Inspired by Brown Girl Dreaming)
Yeet.
ReplyDeleteThat was a great poem I love it!
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