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A room with one window

There are rumours of a land,
A land more beautiful than anything else. 
There is sunshine out there…
And trees. And grass, animals, bushes, flowers, vines, laughter, love, smiles, hugs.
It’s beautiful there.
Though… I wouldn’t really know.
Cause you see, I am housed in a different compartment.
I live in a room with one window.
It’s not a bad room,
It has a big bed, nice cupboards, a dining table… And a window.
I can’t reach the window though,
It’s on the ceiling and the walls are too high.
I try to climb but I keep on falling down.
And the window is very dirty,
You can’t see much out of it.
I don’t know what lies outside my compartment.
But there are rumours of a land,
A land more beautiful than anything else.
Sometimes I feel the gentle brush of wind on my skin
when the window cracks a little bit,
But it always seals itself back together.
I’ve started to think the land outside does not exist.
After all, I’ve never seen it.
All that I see is a room with one window.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Date: 7/12/2018 1:29:00 AM
Very well written, and very emotive. You've created a real tension between emotional constraint and yearning. Terrific poem.
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Klaudia Barylska
Date: 7/12/2018 2:47:00 AM
Thank you very much! Your comment means a lot to me. I only just started writing poetry no long ago and I want to thank you for your encouragement :)