Window on a String
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The idea that depression and mental illness can warp your perspective to the point it obscures reality is a difficult thing to explain. So I thought I could encapsulate it with the image of a window on a string that constantly obscures your view and has a warped reflection of myself and the world around me constantly in front of my face. I liked the ideas of demented cherubs on clouds holding a fishing rod and following my like Lakitu from Mario 64 with the window on a string as I tried to come to terms with it. Written in 2020.
Twilight has set me free
To this feeling I must cling
Then from the heavens descended
A window on a string...
My view now slightly obstructed
By soul sucking muntins.
Perhaps it is a prank done by
Some snot nosed heavenly munchkins
A vision once so sublime,
Is now sullied by the glare
That mocks me wholeheartedly, my reflection
Was donned with the blankest of stares.
I walked through the field to
Make my way back home
It would stay in front of me,
No matter which direction I would go.
I got my baseball bat, gripped it tight
Got to make sure I hit it just right.
A tidal wave of a swing was greeted bluntly
With a sad song, the faintest of dings
How will I ever rid myself of it?
I am still stuck with this cursed thing!
Perhaps I am just cursed forever
With this window on a string.
Copyright © B. Andrew Kelly | Year Posted 2023
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