Behind the window

My windows overlook a world
Clean, polite, civil herds
My speech is slurred, my vision blurred
I'm chaos
I drank behind the glass today
Forgot my name
Swaying, clumsy, clutching onto panes
With this world at bay outside my window frames
My windows overlook a life
Bright, ferocious
I'm awake and blind
I will never sleep again
My homes a house sometimes
Bricks, thin walls, cigarette butts
My homes turned cold
Oldest story ever told
And I'm not people today
More trouble than Im worth these days
Frantic, searching a strangers face
For mucky trails to comfort
Torched, aflame
At the end of this bottle
I'm children today
Need someone to watch me today
Hold my hand across the road, talk to me
Sit on the floor, play
Tell me stories with funny voices
About happy endings that wait
While a child weans off the bottle
By a window

Reviews

[SuspectGray]

A window to the inside made all the more transparent by the bottle.

[sinNsincerity]

This is my type of writing. This one is really great and was my pleasure to read.