Privacy
a private beach, with pontoona 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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Editors' choiceWritten on 2011-05-24 at 21:14
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