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.
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