Behind This Glass Poem by Christine Kerr

Have you ever wondered if you live in a zoo,
Your world becomes, this glass in front of you.
Waiting, waiting, for something to begin.
Twitching your nose to make it all end.

Addiction happens from searching the sight,
My brain tells me I can't do this all night.
Thoughts exploded from digging so deep,
Words become splattered on the sheet.

Looks like they've called it a night.
I'm sitting alone, behind this glass,
At least I'm safe and out of sight.
But that feeling won't always last.

I've learned a bit more about life today,
Through words given, without any pay.
Have clicked, typed, then pressed send,
Thankful, for meeting a few friends.

The sun tells me, it's getting late,
My aching muscles need a break
The clock is ticking, it's quarter to eight
It's time to get away from this glass.