Disturbed

When you know that
there is someone there,
in the half-light of evening
behind the curtain
staring,
staring
at life as it ebbs
and flows outside,
outside;
Your time is fading
as they stare,
only time will tell
who is there,
staring,
staring
at your life as it
flows and ebbs
outside,
outside
where others pass and are unaware
that there is someone
behind the curtain
staring,
staring at them too,
but they don’t care,
it’s only you.

5 thoughts on “Disturbed

  1. VijayNair

    There is something Kafkaesque/ Pinteresque about the ‘fixing’ of identity, and the sense of menace, in this poem.Enthralling!

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  2. suzette portes san jose

    behind the curtain when nobody is there…you can see them play life so fair… yet somehow we fall and fail…

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