The Other Side

From the other side I watch through a window I’m forced to stare,

Mouth agape I feel as though I am riddled in despair—tonight,

The words never leave me, happiness is a beast that roams free

And I am caged with my eyes held open, to the best of days—

The yesterdays—that will always be incomplete.

The dreams that once were—the dreams that were once

Buried deep—reappear at the worst of times; my dreams

Surface when I think I’ve found the moments I’ve

Been searching for since I was old enough to speak.

From the other side the world is grey, the sun never rises

As the clouds stay plastered in their lifelong homes—

From this side I am tortured with the optimism and

Innate pessimism that battle deep within me—the flickers

Of hope which are so delicate, they disappear likes a

Candle’s light—oh—how we speak silently, the words

That I always thought were right but never uttered—

From the other side I pace the floor unable to think,

Tearing at my hair and starting at an open window,

Waiting for the answer to appear to me on the fragile

Wings of a broken bird—Cruel fate with a twisted grin,

Cruel fate which must know ever malcontent wish

And tests me as such, midst the tears and shame.

The lust and fire that is systemic from vanity

Forces me to stare through an open window, 

Wishing I had the strength to shut out the light.

     Dannyetman

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