The small child sits in the window seat
Limbs dangling on invisible strings
Hollow aching imploding silently.
Because the glass is soundproof
Break proof -
A transparent prison
With prime time viewing
Of a world that is not meant for you,
That is afraid of you.
Ignoring screams that bounce around
Shutting blinds secured from outside
Only a hint of windows shaking
From the pounding of fists begging
Let me out
YOU ARE READING
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PoesiaA collection of poetry across ages, moments, and confusion. Tw - read at own desire
