Small Windows

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    • Finding my wings. Be they of feather or leather, I shall wear them with pride, for they are my own..

    Small Windows

    Through two small windows, I watched and saw,
    all simple things pass by, large and small.
    I smiled just to see anothers face light up,
    I talked, I sang, just so silence wouldn't interrupt.

    Then one night I went to sleep and entered a dream,
    when I woke I couldn't move, in my mind I scream.
    You couldn't hear me, as you wondered what was wrong,
    you cried and shook me, then declared I was gone.

    We took a ride, you placed me alone in here,
    watching you walk away and I couldn't shed a tear.
    Days slipped into nights, that last forever,
    inside I prayed, I wept, pushing and pulling every lever.

    Wanting to reach out, give some sign I was there,
    force a smile, laugh one note, just to show I still care.
    Look in my eyes, see me, save me, as I fall,
    please, just peer deep into the windows, through which I saw..

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    sammia commented on Small Windows

    05-24-2010

    Love the flow and the wording. The window is a great idea. Great write. Look in my eyes, see me, save me, as I fall, please, just peer deep into the windows, through which I saw.. This is my favorite part of this piece great job

    Grito commented on Small Windows

    03-25-2009

    A look outside, to seek what we should all see inside!

    joanlorraine commented on Small Windows

    02-15-2009

    I like the windows!!!

    crossguided commented on Small Windows

    02-14-2009

    I like the idea of the poem but the story gets a little boring for the reader.

    EvilEyes commented on Small Windows

    02-14-2009

    Great poem!

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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