Staring at the ceiling.
Wondering -
There is a world on the other side.
Footsteps I don't hear but sense.
In silence, on the other side, words.
In silence moans, whimpers.
In silence stares out the window.
Nervous looks I don't see.
Private victories and silent defeats.
People live and die
On the ceiling.
At night, they stare at the ceiling
And wonder -
There is a world on the other side.
