A Spin of Terror

I’m sitting by the window

wondering how different it could be

if our eyes could only see through tainted glass

blood and fear —

love and hope —

such difference, ends of one

There’s no presence of a mirror in where I live

nothing can show us ourselves

there were a number of those that showed us beauty

but none of those that can display beyond it

Blame it on the eyes.

Should we?

An official ordered while laughing

Everyone laughed with him,

but no one is happy.

There was a wishing well open to all

It says, “Your wish is my command”

But whatever that is,

none should involve others

Self. Myself. Ourselves. All to ourselves.

Again and again, I threw a paper on the well

A wish not a wish but to ask,

What happened to us?

Again, What happened to us?

Foolish act I suppose.

For a well can’t respond to a million questions,

it can only do.

Funny thing eh?

Are we on that line too?

It is cold out there. Ice cold.

Not everyone can glide

Not everyone is given blades for it

An ice no matter how smooth is not always a good ground.

Some can break. Some are rough. Some are too —

much.

There is terror everywhere.

So spin anyway.