My Windowsill Poem by Jasmin Alice Read

The glowing sun slides down
Its light does slowly fade
A hush falls across the town
As the sky turns deepest grey
A thousand more thoughts my mind uses for prey
And not for a second will they sit still
The only time they might all day
When I'm sat at my windowsill

I stare out into the dark night
Shining starlight drips on me
Debating my morals I put wrong against right
To change them or to leave them be
The stars, they burn, for as far as the eye can see
Changing my own morals, a spiritual thrill
These thoughts that occur are rather funny
When I'm sat at my windowsill

The blaring sun, I watch it rise
I haven't slept at all
Despite my thoughts I'm no more wise
Than when I started this all
Tomorrow night, once again, I'll answer the moons call
I only have more time to kill
Right on the edge, I hope I won't fall
When I'm sat at my windowsill

My joy is gone, I must attempt to find
A time I was perfectly still
Back through the years I cast my mind
When I sat at my windowsill