Broken Window by Andrew Scott
Came across the blue, four door
in a parking garage on the east side.
The bottom was starting to rust out
and a grime dirt covered the rest.
The car looked like it had been there
for many seasons, good and bad.
The back right window was broken.
The parking garage sheltered the elements
from getting through the window.
Inside I saw a battered bag
with a bit of clothes sticking out.
A sleeping bag covered in worn dirt
in a cluttered back seat.
Empty cans and torn food bags
littered the front of the car,
decorated with tipped over cups.
the realization that this car
was someone’s home came over me
and through a broken window
their every day life was being told.
Walking away, I thought to self
I had invaded a person at their weakest
and took their struggles fore granted.
Humbling life lesson learned
though and unrepairable, broken window.
January 24, 2018
© Andrew Scott – Just A Maritime Boy 2018
Bio: Andrew Scott is a native of Fredericton, NB. During his time as an active poet, Andrew Scott has taken the time to speak in front of a classrooms, judge poetry competitions as well as published worldwide in such publications as The Art of Being Human, Battered Shadows and The Broken Ones. His books, Snake With A Flower, The Phoenix Has Risen and The Storm Is Coming are available now