Storm Window (Election night) — Nov. 5

The screen in my window’s still down —

no wonder it’s so cold up here.

You’d think I’d know better, a house this old, this time of year.

And here I thought I shivered for the stress,

For all the unspoken words I’d rather not express.

The election is playing on the TV downstairs

While the fate of the nation is up in the air

And the scariest part is I’m not sure I care.

I will tomorrow, that’s for sure,

When ballots lay strewn on America’s floors.

But right now, while they have votes to count,

I’m thinking of putting my storm window down.

It scares me though, how I can’t see the ground.

It scares me how I can’t see the ground.

Posted in response to the challenge Post-Election.

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Acer Sacharrum

VT

14 years old

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