![]() Window PainA Poem by Shawna![]() Thoughts from an aged man who lost his only love.![]() Sitting at my desk, staring out the dusty old window pane. The wind is blowing, clouds are dark, I can smell the incoming rain.
Subtle thoughts of her, flow through my withered brain, I'm still sitting, staring out the dusty old window pane.
I make a wish upon the wind, to blow these memories away, I see her face upon the glass, of this dusty old window pane.
"Pane", I laugh, poking fun at only my bitter old self. "It should be pain", I mumble, taking her picture off the shelf.
I stare at her for what seems like days, losing my train of thought. I blame myself for losing a war, that she would have never fought.
She gave up on me long ago for giving up on myself. So I dust the antique picture off and sit her back on the shelf.
I sit back down at my desk, returning to the dusty old window pane. How could it bring back her memories, my reflection full of pain.
Maybe I should clean it off, and then it will just be an old window pane. Then it will be much clearer and it will stop this painful game.
Taking apart my bleeding heart, filling it full of shame. I never should have settled here, behind this dusty old window pane. © 2012 ShawnaReviews
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StatsAuthor![]() ShawnaMSAboutMy name is Shawna, I love writing and expressing the random thoughts and ideas in my head. I look forward to reading as many poems as I can, and I also look forward to people reading mine and offering.. more..Writing
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