The Window

The Window

A Poem by Blackrose

A small poem I wrote during Math class :P Sorta like choosind right and wrong, in a way, or how people avoid the choice


Miles by miles,

Day by new day,

Searching every corner,

For New, better ways.


So we tear up the room,

Rip out the Drawers,

Break through the Locks,

Speak not a word.


Yet we feel an odd guilt,

The uncertainty of a Lie,

We stand tangled and trapped,

Yet no tears we cry.


Then we see that small window,

Leading to fields and streams,

And for a second we consider,

How our life could truy be.


Yet we hear that voice,

A freind-or so they say,

And we leave the window shut,

Saying we will return some other day.

© 2008 Blackrose

Author's Note

R&R Plz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! XD

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Pity too...oftentimes we never make it back to that window, and forever wish we had taken then chance while we had it...
Expressive write, enjoyed it :-)

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Mannheim, Germany

so yeah... nothing really to say here :P Im basically a writer and an artist-sadly for you guys, more of an artist, but I try with the writing part, and I like to think that every now and then I .. more..