Window Shopping

Life abandoned in retreat,
staring from a back row seat,
watch them all devour the meat,
scraps rechewed don’t taste so sweet.

 
Overlaps are rare and thin,
too much contact burns my skin,
gives a little window in,
envy’s such an empty sin.

 
Caged emotion stirred and freed,
try to quash unanswered need,
turn it in and let it bleed,
ignorance is bliss indeed.

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