A Poem For Antony From Johanna
I’m sitting at my window
Staring at the world that never changes
Gray skies, with no birds
blank streets down below with faces full of hopes lost
Dreams forgotten
Ambitions that got away
At least they look better than the sky line
Black smoke from old houses and flats
This is my only scenery
My room is filled with light but no pictures or paintings
Only lamps, a bed, and a locked door
That door
The one of my three escapes that will never happen
Besides the 17 foot dropp or death
I remain hopeful that my life will change
Wait...who’s that?
The man with brown hair looking at me through my window
Most men do this
But this is different
He must stop
Stop looking before he sees
How can I get him to stop
I can’t tempt him; I must get out of sight
Is he still there?
He must’ve left
Please have him leave
No he’s still there
Stop calling my name
He will hear
Stop, Please!
Where are you going?
No don’t come inside?
Run!
How can I warn you without him knowing?
Did you escape?
Are you alright?
He beat you
I hear you in the alleyway
What’s that?
He wants to be with me
He speaks of something that cannot be
He can never have
Not without...
The Key!
Please come back tomorrow
Sneak past quietly and I’ll give you the key
Don’t Forget
Remember me in your thoughts
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poem by Ryan Collins
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