Out of the Window Pain

Being stuck in a hospital bed... far too long.

A man stood, his young but worn body shook

As he watched a bird soar overhead

Curiously, he continued to look

Flecked grey wings were widely spread

 

Majestically gliding past the window pain

Its dark body flexing with the wind

The man thought solemnly, what is grey?

Ash from a cigarette or an old man’s grin

 

Is it a medieval castle towering high

With armoured knights around the table

Is it thick cloud on a dull and dreary day

Or the wolf from a Little Pigs fable

 

The man pondered this for awhile

As he sat in his grey hospital gown

The pieces that remain of his life sat in a pile

His face softly crinkled from his frown

 

You see, grey has followed him

Grey is the walls of the orphanage

Grey is the mood that adorned him

Grey is a jagged mountain ridge

 

Grey are the decisions that he’s made

Grey is the confusion in his mind

Grey is the choices yet to make

Grey is the dust of people left behind

 

Grey is the matter residing in his head

Grey is the cloud he can’t escape

Grey is him, drained of colour in his bed

Grey seemed to be his unlucky fate

 

The man watched the bird disappear

Free as Mother Nature intends

While the man remained stuck here

Behind the glass, health condemned

 

He envies the painter

A palate of colours to chose

He envies the poet

With a beautiful muse

 

He envies the child

All the beauty they see

He envies the wild

Earth’s life running free

 

He looked up in dismay

At the life he’s led

That day was going to be

The last of grey

 

Silver now is the moons caress

Silver is the wrinkled wisdom of old age

Silver is the lining out of this hard test

Silver bars broken on his grey cage

 

No longer does he envy

Not on this day

No longer is he in captivity

He said goodbye to all that grey

Author's Note

This is a purge of how I've been feeling today, not a happy one. Probably a few more to come. I hope you enjoy the read. Although unpolished.

Reviews

[Bgbradley]

I really liked Out of The Window "Pain".
You must have felt trapped and this poem totally conveys this.
I liked the use of grey. It explained your situation really well.
It was a great read and I truly hope you're better.
Just to be free is a good start :)

[DJ]

Thank you for the review :) Unfortunately, I am still trapped inside the hospital room, but I am trying to be positive, hence the ending of this poem. I want to be rid of grey, even if, only in my mind for now. Not better yet... cancer is a long and arduous journey but I'm still here and fighting so thats a victory for today, for me :) take care my friend, thank you for stopping by.

[Bgbradley]

Hi Cairo :) I'm truly sorry you are battling with cancer. It is a horrible disease.
My mother fought off colon cancer in the recent past. Never easy for the person
Or their loved ones. I will add you to my prayers.......

[DJ]

Thank you so much, your prayers are appreciated my friend. I am sorry for your mother's and family's battle, it is a hard one. All the best :)

[Relic]

What a great poem to read. I'm sorry to hear it was a reflection of the gloominess inside of you. The way in which you wrote the story line through the thoughts and feelings of the subject is quite skillfully done. I didn't feel any burden of length, and although it is sad, I enjoyed it very much.

[DJ]

Thank you so much Relic, that means a lot coming from you, you have such a great writing style I love your work. Thank you for taking the time to stop by and comment on my humble scribblings and for your kindness. It's okay, once I beat this cancer the world will forever remain colorful to me :D

[Hana Saemon]

This is sad. I hope you have rainbow filled days ahead. Easy for me to say i know, but my prayers with you.

[DJ]

Thank you :) I appreciate it. My beautiful partner is the rainbow in my day, I am so blessed to have her. Otherwise I am not sure if I could leave behind the grey.

[Hana Saemon]

awwwwwwwwwwww she is lucky to have someone so appreciative too. Some days there will be rain, but there will not be rainbows without rain. so stay strong

[DJ]

Thank you.

[London's Lily]

I'm angry for you, too much grey in your life. I would paint whimsical murals all around you, if I could, and give you a kaleidoscope through which to see. Please don't let anything take away your palette.

Kick it hard!!

[DJ]

That's very sweet London's Lily, thank you so much for the thought, your words painted the beautiful murals around me :) I'll keep kicking!

[Broken Wings]

What a good purge it is too. We all have grey days, I hope you feel better soon and that the writing helps let out all that grey you are feeling. I found this piece interesting. I liked the imagery you used, I like the different ways you defined grey. My favorite lines are these:

"He envies the painter
A palate of colours to chose
He envies the poet
With a beautiful muse

He envies the child
All the beauty they see
He envies the wild
Earth’s life running free"

It flows so well and I can imagine being stuck in a hospital bed would make you envy certain aspects of the colorful world outside the walls. I hope you feel better soon. Keep fighting and writing my friend, I always love reading your work.

[DJ]

Thanks Broken Wings. I will keep fighting as I always do. Just a bad day, I have a few, then they pass and I return to my normal positive self :) Once they grey cloud disappears for awhile I'll be good again :)