The Sliding Glass Door

A child witnesses suicide.

As I approach the sliding glass door

Fear creeps over me

The lack of sound from within the room

Produces a shudder of terror that rapes the inside of me

 

As I approach the sliding glass door

I already know what I’m going to find

My dream already revealed your plot

To steal my happiness and replace it with meaningless longings

 

As I approach the sliding glass door

I may be all knowing but I am unprepared

On this day, I stand alone

A child, no more

 

I caught a glimpse of you through the sliding glass door

I’ve been trying to warn someone

But no one will hear a child

I’ve no choice but to watch in morbid fascination

 

As  

You 

Check  

Out

 

Finally I’m allowed to open the sliding glass door

You look so peaceful

I wish they’d all stop screaming

They might wake you up

Author's Note

Thanks for reading! Reviews are welcome :)

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Such a surreal and somber piece. The power of this one is so tangible that you can taste it. The idea of walking into something like that and figuring out how to feel...heavy stuff. So, you get the highest marks for the choice of subject and how you tackled it.

As few little things...you have some tense issues. For example, in the first two lines, you "approached" the door so fear should have "crept" over you... Little things like that, but overall, well tackled!

[Kristin Lee]

Thank you! It helps to have a second set of eyes. I've been revamping old work and after a while all the words run together. I had edited for tense a few times as I went back and forth on what I wanted to do with it, but I got distracted.

[B-poet]

This a wonderfully written poem. It's very deep and mildly provocative at the same time. Great job here. An intriguing read. :)

[Kristin Lee]

Thank you. The truth is often more provocative than we give it credit for. If one is brash enough to tell it in a way that makes people think. It's a glimpse of a truth that's take me 23 years to write about. But it was time.

[Sami Khalil]

"My dream revealed your plot
To steal my happiness and replace it with meaningless longings."
That is some good poetry...:)
I like the whole too...:)

[Kristin Lee]

Thank you Sami. Chidlren are so observant and yet we rarely give their voice credit. I have born witnessed to tragedy beyond belief. The inspiration behind this poem was just one instance. Unfortunatly the woman on the other side of the sliding glass door was my mother. And the child...was me. This is why I told you I can relate.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. That is amazing. I like that ...Good stuff...:)