Blinds

The blind they're opened, see who's looking in.

Her problems and emotions wearing thin.

He sees it, she sees it, the same thing they all ask "When ? Why ? How long will she last ?"

She thought she only knew she was fading, the fear is setting in.

A crowd gathers by her window, to watch this jolly old show, but as time ticks by she goes and goes.

The crowd gets bigger now, its time to say goodbye.  But not before she asks herself 

"Should I close the blinds"

Author's Note

this was one of my first good poems. tell me what you think and what i could do to improve further work