windows
the blessing
the curse
today they are the bane
the sounds of rain
striking against the pane
soothes my mind
lulls me toward sleep
watching snow sparkling
blindingly bright
the brilliance of winter
while warm behind glass
but not for today
they mock me
they torture me
showing what I can't have
sun is shining
batching as breezes blow
warm and wonderful day
and I have to see it
stuck inside
locked away
forced to see
the torment of office windows
This has pathos!! We all know that feeling. The words make us ache with you. I am glad they usually do not.
ReplyDeleteThe title of this poem should be windows :)
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