Window

Transparently gloomy; there looms an abyss,

An encapsulating ignorance,

Compels the confessed,

They’re spoon-fed and they choke;

They romanticize the window,

To conceal from reality

And shield from below

She projects the shadows; under false duress,

They live in what ‘could’

And end up with less,

A peak of expectations- the others

Witness them waste,

Some feel placid,

Others distaste.

The window will crack,

And your dreams will implode

You shall not rise, but disintegrate

As your body erodes