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Room with a View
Room with a View
by Amy Swanson 12/2008
~ Written for someone dear to me ~
She sits alone
this quiet room
feels so empty
echoes her quiet scream.
She barely catches
just a glimpse
of one lonely tree branch
it seems to mock her;
Saying, see,
I am alone
but I am free
and you are not.
Why did life
turn out this way?
Why is it so difficult
just to live?
Hot tears fall down;
she silently prays
that God will somehow rescue her
from this place.
The hours go by;
days and minutes
all turn into months
and years -
At times it seems unbearable
where did the time go?
Where did life go?
joys exchanged for fears
She sighs so deep
within her spirit
just another day -
they are all the same.
But she is resigned
to this hollow existence
weary silence
in this room with a view.
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