I worked really hard on this poem. Hope you like it.
The lady through the window
I see a lady through the window every night.
Who gives me such a fright.
Watches her TV every night takes care of her baby without a fight.
I see her through the window with bags under her eyes that give me chills every night.
I see her crying through the window and I don’t think she has any hope or light.
I hope with all my might that I won’t become such a fright, a lady through the window through the life of night
@Littleangel89864
oh i love it!
@Littleangel89864
An amazing piece angel! The third person narrative is wisely used to convey your fright and dread but at the same time distances you from the melancholy of the woman and her life! Her life which revolves around the child (so it seems) makes it look as if she has been driven to the brick of distress! Vivdly described and well done! <3