The Window

Her world
behind the window
cracked and rotted wood
falling flakes of paint

curtain not of any colour
greyish hue
old, no longer pretty
need replacing

her world
behind the window
peering out to the garden
sliding her hand along the grimy glass

that she was once able to see through
clearly, but now cannot

how is her mind
behind the window
casting her eyes on weeds
below that need
removing for they old

no longer cared for

and she asks herself …. why don’t they come to visit anymore

10 thoughts on “The Window

    • It is now 9.30pm here and I think being tired helps my writing somehow.. this was a sad piece …my moods like any writer I guess can fluctuate so..
      Thank you for reading and your comment and (try to wake up now)
      🙂 xx

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