I can see Everything from
My Window.
I can see the Boy who lives
Across the way,
His timid Father
And powerful Mother.
I can see his Friends
Come to the door,
But go no further.
No...
Not his Friends,
Observers, like me.
For I am no better.
I Watch as he tries
To break Free,
Only to be caught by the hair
And punished by the Rod.
Blood flows like water.
If there are Tears,
They can't be seen
Within the Red
There is a phone near
My hand.
My fingers can't touch it.
So I just Watch.
I can see Everything from
My Window.
I do...
Nothing.
There is nothing
I can do.
Not to Her,
Not for Him,
Not by any means.
I'm not really here.
She already Killed me
For Trying.
So, I haven't been completely inactive while I've been away. I've written a shitton of poems that I never got around to sharing. So here they be! For those of you waiting on me to get back to Killing Rhymes, I hope this will at least give you something to read while you wait. I'm trying my best, but sometimes these little things are all I have time and energy for.
YOU ARE READING
Mind's Tales
PoetryIf you're one of those folks that think that all poems need to rhyme, I'm sorry. In any case, this is a simple collection of poems. A few of them rhyme. But most of them don't.
