House Of Glass

Another twisted, freakish face
Around each turn, at every pass
I bump against the pane again
And again in the Maze of Glass

I turn away from the pane in horror,
Yet can't resist another peek
Is the pane thick enough to protect
From these contorted, garish freaks?

Father have mercy, my vision guide
Through pane so clear I dare not pass
Nobody wants to scrub the pane
Here in the House of Glass

Each pane bumps against faces
Which make their ways through daze
Freaks are angry, freaks confused,
Freaks bewildered in the maze

Fingerprints upon the pain
Clearly distance freaks from me
Such traveling companionship
Alleviates transparency

Father have mercy, my vision guide
Through pain so clear I dare not peek
Nobody wants to scrub the pain
Here in the House of Freaks

Realizing in harmony
Commonality of mission
We leave prints wherever we go
A journey of attrition

The smudging of the fingerprints
Gives vision through the clarity
The common quest of freaks and I
United in disparity

Father have mercy, my vision guide
Through pane so clear I dare not pass
Nobody wants to scrub the pane
Here in the House of Glass

Seeing through the clarity
Cleansed with tears; the vision clear:
It's not a House of Glass, dear one
It is a House of Mirrors

Each garish vision stares at me
Each twisted vision stands alone
Each and every freakish face
That of my very own

Father have mercy, my vision guide
Through fear I pane, through pain so clear
The freaks don't want to scrub the pane
Here in the House of Mirrors

Nobody wants to scrub the pane
Here in the House of Freaks

 © John Kennan August 2012