The Window

Protected from life Hidden from view Alone in my room With little to do. I sit at my window Safe from the world Looking out at people Going about in a swirl. Whether a marriage or loved one that has been lost, Or maybe a business of which I was once boss, Now all is gone and with nothing to do I sit at my window Safe from the world And hidden from view. A world of hurt Do I see A retreat from life is safer for me. Like an animal hurt and withdrawing from life, hiding from the world and all of its strife I sit at my window with nothing to do Not willing to commit to the care of a few. There was a time in this life I know when I would come and I would go Now I hide away from it all Not willing to venture out from this closed-in stall. With nothing but a window to the world that I see hidden from sight and all who would love me. A sad time is had A lost life is bad But my window is all that I allow to protect me. Dedicated to all of the hurt and gentle people unable or unwilling to share their lives with others.