A VISION OF THE PAST

Staring out the window

Shake the latch; can’t find the key

Can see my own reflection

And it’s screaming back at me

The panes are feeling anguish

And the frames they line my frown

The blinds block out the lonely view

They’re always falling down

So I bash hard on the glass

My cries for help, no one can hear

The people that walk by the house

Don’t look but they are near

I am locked within this room

Just a memory of my past

The loneliness is haunting me

This feeling cannot last

A little girl she skips right by

Looks up to see me stare

Her mother pulls her by the hand

Of me she’s unaware

But the girl she clearly sees me

Points towards me with surprise

Her mother pulls her onwards

Disbelief, veils her frightened eyes

I have watched these broken footpaths

For some years now, maybe more

I’ll never leave my prison

I’ve walked through the deathly door

A room that once was vacant

But now filled with all my fear

I’m destined for a life alone

It all becomes quite clear

So I stand there at my viewpoint

Lose myself amongst the crowd

Sadness; now it comforts me

Just like my ghostly shroud .....