the year of lyrics: a poetry project

my search for inner-peace, one poem at a time

Day 131 – Muted

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Out my window
Made of glass
I glance into the past
The present ain’t a gift
If the future cannot last

I can wish
I can hope
But out the window there’s no light
The rain serves no purpose
The pain feels so right

It’s disconcerting,
Never comforting
I am frozen in this pose
I speak to fight out loud
And voice the evils I oppose

Still my screams
They are covered
And silence fills the room
Blocked by the windowpane
Like I’m buried in a tomb


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