Out my window

Out my window,
I see the world and
a grassy field.
Out my window,
Is like a passage through my soul,
dark and moody.
Out my window,
Is the sun my poison.
I don't want to go out there.
In the real world,
Its filled with nothing but broken dreams,
And unreal hope.
The first thing I'll admit is...
I'm scared.

The End

0 comments about this poem Feed