Have you ever just stared at a window and question it's strength?
How can it endure the horrific sound of man and the mood swings of mother nature?
How can it hold the cold away from the wicked that transformed it from sand to glass
It cries silently as we mold and beat it
The grain of sand once had dreams.
It wanted to be the first to see the sea before it's friends
It wanted to be part of a house near the beach
Yet
Here it is staring at the empty quad
Where students meet and greet but forget if they don't get what they desire
Friends is a new label that can only be given if you get 9/10, losing 1 mark because you no billionaire.
The same way the world stole grain, they stole a 7 year olds happiness.
Somewhere in the world, there she stands.
She sees the world through her dad’s dusty specs.
Everyday she sees a man die.
She hopes for her dad’s return.
Every night she sits in a corner wrapped around her mother's ****** dress.
Hoping she is not next
She no longer screams, her voice stolen by the men in black
She hears silence.
Ears filled with dried up blood
People see pillars falling
She sees innocent slaughtered
We see what we want to see
She sees what she is forced to see
Soon she will be next
Soon the world will mold and beat her into a slave of storytelling
She lives in nightmares we fear
Yet no help.
She silently cries and stares at a broken window
She relies on memories of good to sleep but sleep is a shuttered window that will cut you when u touch it.
Her mom’s smile is like an empty quad, it's there but it's void.
Her dad’s eyes are like the students, used to half its use. His daughter needed it most and no one understood why he couldn't see far.
Window meet Her.
Her meet your future, a window in the middle of nowhere living the life others have molded.
Im Sorry.