Through eighteen glass sqaures <br />lined with lead- <br />The outside world <br />A spiders view. <br />Half a window here, <br />another half there, <br />Top side of porch, <br />and a section of bare wall. <br />Behind the faces, <br />those stone shaped faces, <br />all is not what it seems. <br />Hidden from view, <br />a sometime shadow, <br />a movement of curtain, <br />a scream at 2am. <br />Death of the neigbour, <br />it's all too quiet.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-where-i-sit/
