The Window That Cried
It drew me in where I did not want to go
The Window That Cried
Rain tapped like tiny bones,
Across the broken glass I stared,
Inside the room, voices lingered,
I did not know if they called me.
Shadows stretched with grace,
A door opened without hands,
I felt the gaze of something lost,
It waited where I feared to go.
I leaned closer,
The glass shivered under breath,
It drew me in,
And spat me out.
The street whispered my name,
The houses held their secrets,
I shivered and turned away,
The night laughed behind my back.
A cold wind carried old echoes,
I felt unseen hands brush mine,
The rain soaked my thoughts,
And left me numb with questions.
I fled past empty doors,
The windows blinked as I passed,
Something watched without eyes,
And I could not look back.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (2)
The rhythm and pacing are perfect for this kind of eerie narrative. Each stanza deepens the mystery and pulls the reader further into the darkness.
Great poem, including especially the title!