The WindowA Poem by Ryan Falzon - TymonPoem about finding another way.The door is locked,I cannot enter. I slam my fist, cursing the inventor What shall I do if there is no key? If only there was more simplicity! The door sealed shut, and I cry. Is this where I intend to die? NO! I will not rot in his hole! I WILL reach my goal! I Summon up my strength and slam through! However, the door does not move and stays true. My heart is on fire, and I try again and again! It's useless, I'm stuck here, forget the pretend. I promised, I will not rot here. So, my only choice is clear. I hesitate, then take the knife Ready, to take my own life. As I am about to strike my heart, I drop the knife, then fall apart. I cannot do this, I am weak! It doesn't matter how I speak. I sit on the floor and shed tears, that is when the voice appears. "There is another way" it spoke. Then it was gone in a stroke. I look around the room, hope in my eyes. After a while, I finally spot the prize. A plain old window, showing a tree. In a matter of seconds, I am free.
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2 Reviews Added on May 24, 2010 Last Updated on May 24, 2010 AuthorRyan Falzon - TymonMaltaAboutYou wish to know more about me? You want to see what I see? Then listen to the words I write. With them I will give you my sight. I'm a thinker in my time. Making everything rhyme. Wondering w.. more..Writing
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