Blinds (1)

I have a “saving people” thing,
But that, I will not try —
I know I don’t know how you feel,
And I’m not here to fix you, just
To listen.
 
I watched her as
She stared off through the blinds,
At cities made of clouds, and at
A faraway horizon where
People’s precious dreams still
Lived in homes

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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