What the Glass Refuses
A quiet horror of what is seen, and left unsaid
Today is Freedom of Information Day - we share information, sometimes a little too freely.
But secrecy is just as harmful.
This Freedom of information Day, may we speak when we shouldn't be silent
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He cleans the windows, the eyes of rooms,
Glass panes in halls, where shadows loom.
When in one, where all look past,
Forms shift away, hands pressed to glass.
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People walk, on different floors
Turn away from windows and doors
But one man stops, mouth forms a "Pause."
All others drift, where silence is clause.
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But I move on, and still, I clean
The mirrors shine, the windows gleam
The movements stop, hands in mid air
Go back in time, and all is fair.
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Original poem written by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. AI tags are coincidental.
For Mikeydred's March prompt.
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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ive said it before but i love when you get phiosophical. Excellent writing that makes us think!