The Window
You pass it everyday
And even when you have the chance
You never look
The Window
Despite its appearance
The thick glass is never clear
Why bother
The Window
The bridge to another world
Doesn't matter what you'd see
Too much work
The Window
There are no benefits
The other side is hopeless
Why explore
The Window
It's very clear, there's nothing
Whatever lives there can stay
You're right here
The Window
The curtains hide it all
Why pull back the cute facade
Keep 'em up
The Window
Little can be learned from it
As it holds its secrets close
Why study
The Window
All the cracks are sealed
To keep the chilly breeze out
Why open
The Window
Why read the analog
When you have the digital
Be simple
The Window
You'd rather know the pane
Than what's underneath the surface
Why scratch it
The Window
Back to the beginning
Reread to comprehend it
The Window
YOU ARE READING
Candles of the Night: A Book of Poetry
PoesíaA book of all of the random poems I have written. Read through them and you'll be smitten. Updates are random for inspiration doesn't always flow. But often enough because I'm not that slow. Yes, many are written in rhyming verse. Yet not all are...
