“Look out the window and write a poem about the first thing you notice.”
– a prompt for this week’s CW piece.
These walls are cold
and this job is getting old.
There are plenty of people around,
but I make no sound.
To none of them I can relate;
I guess it’s just my fate.
Through a window I can see
a world that’s meant to be.
As I push the door open,
my chains become broken.
Off for a walk I go,
grateful for no snow.
The concrete makes me feel at home
even though I am completely alone.
I take a deep breath in
and lift up my chin.
Just a few more steps
and it will be as good as it gets.
A bench by the water
from where I can see an otter.
The trees gently sway
in the distance by the quay.
The sun is shining
and I hear no whining.
With nature I feel one
before I notice an hour had gone.
Time to return to the four walls
where people fill the halls
but nobody really lives.
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