Fingers on the glass

Looking out at a world

Full of sadness and heartbreak

The young woman with her arms running scarlet

The young man breathing in the decay of pot,

His brains scalded and empty, afraid.

The old woman lonely and destitute

Except by one small cat,


The teenager killed

Driving drunk one night

And the woman he murdered

The young girl losing her stomach contents

Into a porcelain basin, behind closed doors

The young wife, waiting for her husband to come home

Or not.

Maybe he is in the arms of another

So soon.


Breathing in the freshness after the rain,

I haven’t forgotten

How to smile

Through a Window by It'sGreg.


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