The Windowsill
Sitting in this windowsill of pain
I wonder when you'll notice
I have feelings.
Doing these unwanted pleasures
gives me nothing
You're a king
and I'm your servant
getting nothing in return
but common shame
I am not good enough in your eyes
but that's a vision problem
in your soul
that empty chest
without a key
that you possess
and knitted through your blunders
lies a secret
of your past
that leads to twisted thorns
and petrified lost feelings
This is though a dead end
and beginning
Seeking fluid thoughts
and abstract wonders
coming from within
from you to me.
5-6-11
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.