Lake House

[MalingeringDove]

Out the glass panes
    Winds slash waves
              on a spring lake
    The sunlight
        repelled by gloom-
              like phantoms
bore by people born
                          from different worlds.

One, grown out of the soil
                  looking up
One born in the sky
                    peering down
through clouds

Living in shifts
          of coexistence
                wearing leather hoods
                        to avoid each others eyes.
Terrified that they might
            see their own contempts
                          reflection.
                     
Sharp words escape
    under whispered breaths
            digging in the other’s neck
The one saving grace
      in this house on the lake
            is telling yourself
There are worse places
        to be unhappy.

I have only been writing for about one month. All criticism is appreciated thank you!