I Look Down

From my window
I look down, look down
At the iniquitous world spread out below me.
I look down, look down
I see the curst world, but it doesn’t see me.

From my room
I look down, look down
At the caliginous night steeped in midnight tea.
I look down, look down
I see the leaden darkness, but it doesn’t see me.

From my prison
I look down, look down
At a haunting of ghosts, ghouls, and monstrous afreets.
I look down, look down
I see all things vile and evil . . . and pray they don’t see me.

41 thoughts on “I Look Down

  1. Wonderful poem. I sometimes have dreams where I can see all the evil happening before me, but I’m trapped and helpless to stop it. “I look down” reminds me of those dark dreams.

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  2. I think the synchrony of going from a “normal” window to an isolating prison all while the world turns darker and more evil reveals itself is wonderfully done. The fact that you originally seem confident not being seen and progress to praying to not be seen adds to the jeopardy and is a great final line.

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  3. Hi Cathy! Finally I’m getting a new blog going-just barely! (mandy here, but I’ll be going by Scout). I have so much catch up to do–I think this is the last post you wrote before I stopped the healing blog. I have to try to reconnect with some of my old followers and then I’ll get back to reading. Hope you are well! http://scoutsthoughts.wordpress.com/

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