The Boy in the Window

By amlee

Mon, 30 Sep 2013
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I saw him
the boy in the window
framed floor to ceiling display
of distress to the world.
Crooked deep in thought 
brow broken over his mobile
I watched his pain through panes
transparent, shattered
apparent by the bleat
of heartache pulsing
throbbing in plain text

I watched him cringe
his back to chattering masses
the weekend trade 
of screaming toddlers 
frazzled thirty-somethings
and single, middle aged men,
faces hidden in Sunday broadsheets
to dull the thud of ruthless silence 
dour, soured faces puckered by
unrelenting loneliness in the 
crush of lemon slices in their 
Darjeeling tea for one.
 
He bristles
as the muffled cries of
murder appear line by line 
slaughter on small screen
For a brief moment he looks up
eyes oozing remorse for
hell inflicted unthinking
unintended, but inerasable.
As the lonely hearts club
disgorges one by one, he squirms 
in rude recognition of guilt
just like his, helpless trapped
in the folly of procrastination
 
In one fell swoop he swings
long legs off the bar stool
and then he was no more.
I paused in mid bleat
winded by this sudden loss
disabled in the witness of
disintegration, of the
demise of my importunity.
 
The boy in the window
the passion and bane of my heart
was gone.
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Submitted by scratch on

Some very good word choices in this amlee.  Lovely poem.

 

Submitted by amlee on

Thank you for reading Scratch!
: )

Andrée