Friday, 4 January 2013

Safe behind the glass

I'm safe behind the glass
I don't care if they laugh
I'm safe inside this bubble
Of mortar, bricks and rubble

I can see them all go past
I watch them going so fast
I wouldn't go out there
The mere thought is pure despair

3 comments:

Mary said...

You have definitely captured agoraphobia in this poem, Emma.

Libby Meador said...

We are all going too fast. I wish we could slow down and help this agoraphobe - but would that help?

Kiana said...

Wow, powerful, yet sad. Lovely