Privacy

a private beach, with pontoon
a private life, and a child
my own husband
running the lawnmower

I'm trapped here in my cottage
in the dark with drawn curtains

if I take one step
out of my house
I see you stare

if I stay in the house
you knock on my window

if I go out, to the the water
from the pontoon, far too long
can I reach a place
can I reach inner peace?
but eyes that are staring
and mouths that grind
deep down in the water at last

I find silence and peace



Poetry by Onwards
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Written on 2011-05-24 at 21:14

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Donald Thornton
Grand write, it tells of your place and time, and how you feel about it.
2011-06-10


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