@Bithan 9 September 2020

The Window in my Room

Countless sunrises and sunset this window has seen, I ponder if breaking free is something it deems. With no choice but to befriend the four walks in the room , Sins, emotions and distant memories are what is understands. Cold on some days with tears falling moderately Even on warmer days, I fail to capture your sentiment. When a soul enters, no warning is given to It's reason, The window does not disrupt my healing . Always looking over my shoulder, protecting my blindside, As your tenant, perhaps i should return the favour. You don’t get what you want, or ask for anything, I feel as this attitude is what human’s lack. My words you bear, my bedroom activity witness , Whether you approve and disagree, better times are always near. When I take my leave, and you find a new associate, Even the greatest dreamer could not ask for a better window.