The Open Window Poem by Breey Hayden
The Open Window
I look out toward the blurry sky
through the window of dispair.
i feel as if i always cry,
and no one has the time to care.
sad memories float through my head,
like wind rushing through the trees.
like arguments, but nothing said,
and far too many souls to please.
i grab the latch, and let the light come pouring into me,
as i dissapear into the light,
there's someone i must be....
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4/28/2024 9:09:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
dont sit and cry always... life offers joy and sorrow..count on your blessings...