Close To the Window
I took a peek through the window of death
It looked horrible to me
They kept it clean with blood and tears
But smudges were all I could see
Kids would laugh
Tossing pebbles at the panes from afar
Ones smarter than they
Kept 'em from close enough to see
Why, why it looked horrible to me
They had a special spot in the pool
Marked with a giant X
That fate would pull me there
To do more than just get wet
Big head, closed up my eyes
Let go of her hand
And plunged into lies
I could reach the toy
Of course I could swim
Halfway down, flipped my mind
Fear struck out from within
Head bobbing up and down
Between life and death
Way too choked to scream
Nothing for me to grab
Nothing below my feet
Faces shaped with horror
Frozen in time
Minds to shocked to think
To throw her a line
Things that mattered most
Blurred through her mind
Trying to get air in
Fighting for time
Too young to leave it all behind
Glimpses of them, screaming by the pool
Washed and rinsed with water
While the sun grew cool
She had sunburn on her back
Fear in her eyes
Water in her mouth
Drowning from lies
The water swallowed the heat from her fight
Raised above and dwarfed her height
Figures ran, leapt in the pool
While the sun above, grew quietly cool
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