Window View Poem by Amber Smith

A dull voice goes faint; drifts away from my mind.
My eyes become drawn to the window for the 100th time.
Ever notice how hard it is to fathom such a thing;
A see-through, fragile, divider, keeps you away from that outside ring.
Life seems to sit still when there is no wind, it seems so fake from where I stand.
My thoughts once interupted again by this annoying man.
When did I begin to long to be alone?
My head feels like its getting streched into a traffic cone.
He just continues on, can he even tell im not listening?
When did I become so unhappy with my life; Oh look how it glistens.
Why should this clear wall keep me away from what I long for?
What torture; maybe i'll just break through it, I can't stand this no more.
Is he still there? Its so much more quit, I shall glance.
Whats this on the table? Where has he gone? A note i'm leaving to France.
All spoken but did not hear, but is this true? Is he gone? I then stall.
A fresh, Yes! A new, Yes! Ah it was not the window, not at all.
It only shows you possibilities, the door holds the power.
I walked outside, I hadn't felt the sun in a long time, I feel its warmth in this light that now showers me.