What the Glass Refuses
A quiet horror of what is seen, and left unsaid

Today is Freedom of Information Day - we share information, sometimes a little too freely.
But secrecy is just as harmful.
This Freedom of information Day, may we speak when we shouldn't be silent
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He cleans the windows, the eyes of rooms,
Glass panes in halls, where shadows loom.
When in one, where all look past,
Forms shift away, hands pressed to glass.
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People walk, on different floors
Turn away from windows and doors
But one man stops, mouth forms a "Pause."
All others drift, where silence is clause.
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But I move on, and still, I clean
The mirrors shine, the windows gleam
The movements stop, hands in mid air
Go back in time, and all is fair.
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Original poem written by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. AI tags are coincidental.
For Mikeydred's March prompt.
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.



Comments (4)
This has such a quiet eeriness to it. Wonderfully written.
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Ooo this is eerie in the best way! It lowkey makes me wonder.... are we all pretending not to see certain things just to keep life βnormalβ?
ive said it before but i love when you get phiosophical. Excellent writing that makes us think!