Watching though the window
I see the world go by
I never interact, though
No; I never go outside
My glass - my wall - protects me
Hides me safe and sound
The pain is in the world I see
But never near my grounds
At times, the outsiders smile
With teeth of shinning white
Their laughs do me beguile
I love to see this sight
The smiles are worth the hurting
Yes, I think that's so
I sit here dreaming - wishing
I'd escape from behind the window
YOU ARE READING
The Window
PoetryI wrote this poem when a tragedy happened in the little town where I live. Three teenagers were killed in a car accident. I had heard of them and had even gone to school with two of them, but I didn't really know them. I watched as parts of the worl...
