Pane
From a window I stood, arm leant against the pane, fingers hunched and bitter cold,
Toughened glass, tinted, you can see the light, but only through the grain,
The rays kiss the ground, the clouds cushion the sky, the colours are dull,
The open land is vast, with bellowing winds, if you listen carefully you’ll here them cry.
Weakened pavements that lead to nowhere, gutters from where life is drained,
Curbs that stand tall to those that lay, to those that cant stand its to hard to bare
Soil that we seed, water to drown our sorrow, trees that hang lifeless,
They’re lifted with light, but its not because they can see, its shelter we borrow.
Time stands beside me, no emotion on her face, her hands are there but she has no grip,
She gives herself for us to waste, to only wish we could stop her, or change her pace
TBC....
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