In My Room

The small window to my room shows blue skies green leaves singing birds inside looking out. But in here the temperature’s dropping the lights are dimming the walls are steadily closing in around me. My happiness comes from the few paintings nailed to the gray plaster from the few people I let in through that door that stays locked more often than not these days. I’m feeling claustrophobic so I sit by this window and live vicariously through those I see passing outside. hoping that one day I can leave and watch from a more comfortable place. The small window to my room lets in a little light but not enough to brighten my day.