Glass Wall

I stand in the glass wall, peering at loved ones.
I watch them as they sit, stuck in their world.
I try to reach out to my family and friends,
Yet my hands touch only the cold glass wall.

I try to comfort them, tell them the truth.
Yet they know not of my presence in the room.
Silently crying, trying to be strong.
They all sit together, remembering.

While I stand on the other side of the glass,
My touch invisible to their shoulders.
My voice unheard, silence fills the room.
I scream, yet they hear only soft crying.

I want to reach out and tell them I'm ok.
I want to reach out and tell them to smile.
Yet my touch remains cold, my voice unheard.
I try to reach out, yet my hands only touch glass...

© Fighter

*yet another metaphor (what a surprise! lol). hope you understand it.