Through the glass
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
I sit where shadows
softly dwell
In Dublin’s heart
a private hell
Beyond the glass
the world takes flight
Unmoved by pain
my veiled night
The cobbled streets
in ceaseless flow
Faces come
and faces go
Yet here I freeze
my spirit bound
A silent scream
no echo found
An Irish tea
my fragile balm
To soothe the storm
to feign a calm
Its warmth
against my trembling frame
A fleeting shield
from fear’s cruel flame
They walk
they laugh
they never see
The frozen world
that lives in me
Where panic reigns
a specter’s grasp
And breath itself
becomes a task
Oh Dublin
city fierce and grand
Your life pours forth
a shifting sand
While I
ensnared
can only stare
Through fragile glass
at what’s not there
For in this moment
time has stilled
And yet the streets
with motion filled
A paradox
a cruel design
Their world untouched
while I lose mine