Poem -
window pain.
i look out of the window,
clouds, birds, trees,
they are all free,
but what about me,
im trapped,
who even am i,
what do i live by,
i live in a dark chamber,
full of broken hearts i cant even remember,
feeling alone,
i have nothing to call home,
where to go,
friend or foe,
ive been beat,
can you feel the heat,
is this what they call hell,
i feel this rings a bell,
oh, im finally home.
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Comments
nice poem x
thankyou for your input!
I can relate. :/
thankyou so much, sir!
A brilliant write Alexis. I am charmed. Love
-Mohammad
thankyou so much, mohammad.
wow. this is so powerful and i have felt this way and this poem brought me right back to that time. beautiful
thankyou so much. im glad there are people that feel the same way as i do!
More than one way home, nice poem.
From the window pane of life the view changes often... The trick of life is to deal with the changes and move on to a better view... A very nice poem well written...
Peace and Love always...
Very nice poem!
I fully endorse the comments of John. Despair is the end result of all pursuits of pleasure. True joy and happiness of life is obtainable only through giving and love of God. Peace and Love.
-Mohammad