Ants from my Window

Looking out at the free spirits roaming the city streets, while I have to be stuck in an Hospital room with tape wielding, hair ripping orderlies.

 

No bigger than ants

the cars I can see.

I sense their impotence

in endless retreat.

 

Each with their own minds

they form a long line,

In trailing another

their lines are replete.

 

As we watch their goings

there must be some reason,

Us lofty observers

are blind as we see.

 

So we long with envy

their pathway to trod,

to be in that aisle

going some where and free

 

It seems I could reach out

and pick up each one

to end their existence

with finger and thumb

 

Yet it is I only

who suffers in here,

stuck up in this highrise

all silent and dumb

 

Tonight, their form trailing

in their long red lines

Leaving me to wonder

if I’ll ever follow.

 

Knowing my stay here

is just for a while.

but oh the waiting

is hard to swallow.

Author's Note

It seems to me, this isn't flowing properly for easy listening. Do you have any suggestions? Corrections?
Thanks in advance.

Reviews

[Last Lying Look]

I really enjoyed this.
I'd have to say my favorite part is:
"It seems I could reach out
and pick up each one
to end their existence
with finger and thumb."
I honestly don't think poem needs any corrections.
The flow seems fine to me.
Another excellent write!
All of your writes are excellent.
-Elissa :)

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'Ants from my Window'
LSS,
I like how you have woven your thoughts and feelings concerning life and existance from your own highrise home. This is intriguing to me because stories grow in our lives whether they ar eackowledged or not. So many people viewed from a vast point all with their own lives being lived. For all the struggle life is limited and even more precious because of it. Thanks for your transparent and open poem.
Blessings,
Kathy