the small window

I think everyone feels like this sometimes. It's one of the few things we all have in common. Enjoy :)

hugging my legs on a concrete floor

wearing nothing but a black night gown

I can feel the empty presence I have

in this dark room

 

the solid concrete walls

block me from the rest of the world

though every surface is cold and gray

the only light comes from the small window

 

this window is my only evidence of life

its light shines through the small box

it shadows a small streak of light on the floor

the only spot with warmth

 

I feel goosebumps rise on my arms

as the thin hair tickles my neck

thought there are no chains holding me to the floor

I can not find the courage to move

 

from my bare boned feet

to the tip of my fingers

every ounce of hope is sucked from my body

along with all of my warmth

 

I look across the room

I look at the only object in this room

across from me is a small hand mirror

I take my hands off my knees

 

I reach for the mirror

as I pick it up

over my portrait

I notice a small crack forming across my face

 

the crack continues to grow

                              ...... and grow......

   ...... and grow.....

               ...... and grow.....

 

 

 

 

                           until the portrait becomes broken glass

 

 

 

 

 

I turn around and look up at the small window

the light beaming through has faded away

the bright window has become a shallow hole

bringing in cold air

 

I stand up and walk across to the hole

I look at the hole and then look at the cold floor

and I sit with my hands cradling my knees

and I wait for the warmth to come back

 

I continue to wait

                        

                              

                           …..and wait…..

      …..and wait…..

                               …..and wait…..

                 …..and wait…..

                                               …..and wait…..

           …..and wait…..

 

                         …..and wait…..

                                        …..and wait…..

  

                                     

               

                      

                                      

         

 

 

                             

 

                        

 

Author's Note

when you feel this way, just wait for your small window to shine :)

Reviews

[Uroš D. Stojanov..]

This could the best poem you wrote. I love the beginning I love the ending and I would like some theme music with this, you know, like with "Winter".

I said this like a thousand times but... keep doing what you do! Love your works.

[forevermore1218]

thank you Urosh, I love hearing from you sooooooo much! I hope that I will make a piece of music for this -crosses fingers- and don't worry, I'm gonna be doing this for a looooong time :3

[Uroš D. Stojanović]

I'm looking forward to that music! ^^