Lookin through a tinted window
everything is dark and unclear
cant see the brightness in life
only can see the shadows that cast over it
wondering, waiting, for this window to be removed
wondering, waiting, for this heart to be soothed.
days, weeks, months, years,
still looking through this tinted window
everything still remains dark and unclear
is their anything better?
or is life a series of tinted window....that can only be broken if you choose to break it.
copyright 2008 Garfield Grimmett
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.