Surveillance

The children have the brightness of youth in their eyes,
the parents, with painted-on smiles, abide
and post, promenade on the screens;
the cold blue light drowns the flicker of dreams.

The beautiful people, their beautiful homes,
their gorgeous lovers and all that they own,
the tears are cut and left on the floor,
We see but a window and believe it’s a door.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s