There it is.
The one and only window in this room.
There might be other windows in this building but I can't go to any of them.
Only this one.
I am trapped in here, I don't know when I will be free from this four walled prison
I vaguely remember how I ended up in this place but here I am.
Just me and the window.
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Looking Out The Window
PoetryTrapped inside a sad lonely building, I let curiosity consume me. I look out the window. Outside the window many things happen, some of those things are beautiful, others not so much.
