Window

The doorway was my window

Window to look at the birds who cant fly

Window to watch the fish who cant swim

Window to smell lifesaving chemicals that killed you

Window to feel the doom of an early death

Limping down the hall way, nurses either side

IVs in both arms

fingertips are the only guide

interrupted by a blue, brown, red, green alarm

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A sad vision create by the poem. You create a lonely place. I did like the use of the windows. Even in bad situation. We need some kind of view of our world. A strong ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote

[Justin]

wow!!!!!! i really enjoyed this the last line was perfect

[Blogger]

damn! Serious and intense stuff here. Your writings really draw people in and get their attention.

[Wórdsmíth]

First five lines are marvelously pen`d. I enjoyed reading the poem!