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| The Window |
| The Window I sit against the cold stone wall, I sit alone. I sit and stare though the window's eyes, I see the rain. Through it, I also see, People happy and carefree. Some together, Some on the phone, Yet there is but one, Who stands alone. By day all seems to be alright, Beneath the sadness and the fear. But none see how she cries at night, A vow of death with every tear. She troubles over what to wear, And lives each day in much dispair. She knows the need to reach perfection, Only to find in the mirror, Her horrid reflection. She sits against the cold stone wall, She sits alone. She sits and stares though the window's eyes, She sees the rain. She takes the vial into her hands, Accepts the mortal fate. Hearing sirens of approaching vans, But help has come too late. She lies against the cold stone wall. She lies alone. She lies and looks though the window's eyes. She sees the clouds. By Copywright Deborah.S |