Movement of life from day to day <br />Is an earth of shadows at the windowpanes. <br /> <br />Tasking breaths, frightening past <br />Writhing bodies, melting hearts <br /> <br />I ride on a train fated to Work Avenue, <br />Children carry their packs <br /> <br />Smudgy sandals pass the sidewalks <br />Sweat, pus, teardrops wiggle under trees <br /> <br />Tired limbs fall like logs <br />Bellows and gnashing teeth torment <br />Sky’s shading light - <br /> <br />Life is silenced flickering embers <br />From last nights burned orphan homes.<br /><br />rosalinda flores martinez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shadows-at-the-windowpanes/
