Watching The Window PaneA Poem by Abby Leach'Staring into nothing like it's more interesting than you...'
Can I just wait here
you can talk like I'm there but I won't come, it doesn't matter where. I'm through with not following through with everything any words I get out stay stuck in my teeth like the blood from your flesh I tore away as food for my soul. It's only the blind man that knows what I mean, because he stares at nothing all day without knowing a color or a shape. And the blind man knows you and your ways, he doesn't need to see to know the anger that you breed. But I as well have no room to talk, for I am just as unkind. But the blind man will forgive me because he sees with a heart, not eyes. I try being like the blind man, and try to look away. But no matter the things I try you're always here to stay. Staring into nothing like it's more interesting than you but every soul that comes and goes inside this room knows it's not true. I love your lies the pain and misery you bring. Why does it have to be so wonderful, your trickery and deceit. But lure me in and hug me close. If I fall I won't bend at all just break and shatter all that's left of them. Let me lie in bed without the nagging feeling that your eyes have strayed from mine And looked onward at another path more dangerous than mine.
© 2016 Abby LeachAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on February 22, 2016 Last Updated on February 22, 2016 AuthorAbby LeachAthens, GAAboutPoetry is something I really enjoy. I have been writing it all my life, and I never grow tired of it. I get inspiration from true stories, things that have happened to me personally, looking at pictu.. more..Writing
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