everything is fanning out
like superman
in a gruesome world.
people\'s views are changing
and colours are fading out.
nobody knows where to go
to hide safe and sound
windows closed
a hand comes on
they know it\'s afraid, tired-
yet they ignore.
they see a light-
a sign of hope-
approach it cautiously
but see the face to which the hand belongs
all that regret seeps in
freezing them in their spots
there\'s now blood on their windows
a gallon on their hands
they should have approached it
maybe opened that door.
oh well
it\'s too late now.