Across the Fence

 

All his life,

He lived behind

The fence -

Separated

From the people

He watched

Constantly through

The metal bars -

But it did not stop

Him from dreaming.

His mother told him

That he was lucky not to be

Crammed into a small,

Probably dirty, bedroom

With his older brothers,

The noise of the neighbors

Keeping him awake all night,

Driving him crazy,

But still, he could not

Help but believe that

It would be much more pleasant

To be surrounded by

Constantly happy voices

Than confined in the small

Enclosure behind the

Sagging couch during

His father’s drunken rages.

In the day, when there

Was no danger that

He would find him,

He stayed by

The fence,

Watching the

People in the

Apartments,

Wanting to know

How they could be

So happy

When across the fence,

Only sadness stood.

Reviews

[Christopher 'Windstorm'..]

wow this is got to be a insprational piece because it gets you thinking about your self and wanting to see why the tears are on the other side of the fence. beautifully put. well done

[Andromeda]

love this. makes me wonder if the grass really is greener on the other side

[Legion]

It is all about perception. This was an incredible find. I like what you have done here. Great work. Going in my favorites.