As They Watch Poem by Mandy S...

((A metaphor, more than a poem)) ..

A story of wrong
beginning with the unforgiving fog of full night.

With the smell of rain in the air
and sense of anxiety
I bring myself to the window.

I look out blinking uncontrollably.
There is no logical explanation for this phenomenon.
I can't get past the awful image of having no where to go.

I try to sneak out while everyone watches through the mist.
They see my struggle, but offer no help.
I shouldn't expect any.