Albert Johnson


4. Window Pain - Poem by Albert Johnson

When the death wish taps upon my window
I recall the tapping forty years ago
When small, I looked up to the starry sky
And wished, no, not that I could die,
but, rather, even more forlorn,
that I would never have been born.
It's hard to argue with the window pain,
But I'll resist: it taps more loss than gain.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 18, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 18, 2006


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