lime lyons

Sunny Dark Days

There at the window,
I stand and look at the dark thunderous clouds,
There I sat staring at the blinding sun moving motionless,
There at the window I think of what was my family,
There at the window I lay motionless,
There was no evidence,
I killed myself because off pain,
Pain I cannot describe,
That is why I stare at the window,
To see myself reborn or die,
This is the oracle off my life.

Poem Submitted: Monday, October 26, 2009
Poem Edited: Monday, October 26, 2009

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