Blind Truth This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

That window is magic.
Every time I pull back the blue blind,
I look out into the parking lot, the truth, lit by streetlights,
and my nose tingles and tickles
and the ice in my eyes melts.
I could leave, I could run, go AWOL,
but where to?
This isn’t my home, this isn’t Baltimore.
That window is magic,
I could open it and run,
but it freezes whenever I look through it,
like when I took ketamine, horse tranquilizer,
to get rid of the ice in my eyes.
That window is magic,
an unpassable threshold.
That window is magic,
pulling me in every night,
drawing me into panic.
And I’ll keep staring at it,
staring at the truth,
’til I’m blind.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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XxFuzzyxX said...
Feb. 28, 2015 at 6:25 pm
hay i am one of his friends and his name is will, i don't think he will be able to help you because he was in a group home with me and he got took out of it because his mom did not want him to be to far away from him so he is in a group home some place else
 
CaseyChickenWang This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 12, 2015 at 7:02 pm
Wow, this poem is so full of meaning. I like the metaphors and how you depict the coldness of reality. AND I see that you received Editors Choice on this one. Teach me to write oh wise one!
 
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