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POEM: Through a Lens

POEM: Through a Lens

Sep 30, 2021

Through a Lens

They turned and looked at me as I stood

half in the doorway, half in the hall, unaware

this had been brewing long before the leaves

of trust were bagged up in the coal shed. All eyes

speaking louder than a bloody lip, screams

lashing out across the room. In silence

we just stood; I looked at him, he at her,

each one in turn more disbelieving of 

the scene. Broken with Go back upstairs,

my gaze fell to the floor. Those words again

from him this time, as anger pushed hard

through my face and fifteen years collapsed

with each retraced step. I wondered how to fix

the future, which seemed shattered now; worse

than her glasses on the floor.

Robert Harper

First published on the website Ink, Sweat & Tears

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