Sta.sh
I stand here before this
Stained glass window
On the outside looking in
Each multicolored pane
The source of my aggravation
Each color tells a story
Each story derives another
Piece of the puzzle,
A puzzle you can’t quite
Piece together
This game of charades has turned
Simple sign language into
Silent screams of desperation
You continue to defy the laws of physics
Reactions just aren’t your “thing”
How many more petals must fall
Before the lights within the attic
Illuminate this dreary fog?
When will my obvious words
Stop falling on deaf ears?
Moments turn into days
Days turn into sleepless nights
The end of the tunnel is dark
And progress has flown south for the winter;
Seems common sense is in short supply
Here I stand before this
Stained glass window
On the outside looking in
It’s lonely and cold out here
And yet, you won’t even hold the door open
For me to enter
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That said, those verses where I was lost were very ripe with emotion, and even though I didn't understand why we were all of a sudden glimpsing dark thoughts, they were still powerful.
Once I had read the whole poem the first time, and understood the movement from the window into your thoughts, they were also more enjoyable. But one shouldn't have to read a poem twice to "get it".
I did like the overall effect though, as the last verse did a good job of describing the situation. So you might want to consider a less subtle transition between the window and your feelings.
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