Judgment


My window breaks

as I stare out

What I see won’t

look back at me

The air is dry

through all the cracks

What is there left

on the side I can’t see?

Even the clouds

fail to appear

the closer I pull my chair near

No birds do sing

Awakening heart-strings

Yet, while I stand for this

it pains me to see nothingness

Sunrise

There go the lies

Shrilling

Thrilling

Is there someone

something willing

to draw my shade

so I can be

what I can be

though I can’t believe

the color of my sleeve

after I grieve?

My window breaks

when I look out

And I can’t tell

what’s looking back at me

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