Not Even the Window

Inspired by a passing thought. Enjoy!

i gaze out the broken window
a lonely little i
with not even that window
to call my very own

trees wave in the breeze, exotic dancers
courting the moonlight
their language is unknown to us
but never fails to please -
oh, i wish that i could see once more
the trees that dance in the breeze!

instead all i see is concrete
and ugly, naked walls 
they box us in and play with us
keep us submerged in the dark
to make us dance, replacing
the trees that brighten my heart

i go to that broken window
gaze out upon the walls;
the view never changes and the
city traps us all

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Avinash]

The vivid imagery and subtle message of this poems makes it outstanding. Its a very passionate piece of work.

[Rain Washes My Soul]

Thank you! I appreciate your review.