My window breaks
as I stare out
What I see won’t
look back at me
The air is dry
through all the cracks
What is there left
on the side I can’t see?
Even the clouds
fail to appear
the closer I pull my chair near
No birds do sing
Awakening heart-strings
Yet, while I stand for this
it pains me to see nothingness
Sunrise
There go the lies
Shrilling
Thrilling
Is there someone
something willing
to draw my shade
so I can be
what I can be
though I can’t believe
the color of my sleeve
after I grieve?
My window breaks
when I look out
And I can’t tell
what’s looking back at me
