My Window

Shadows pass never looking in

through murky glass the lights are dim

watching the world pass silently by

sometimes they laugh, sometimes they cry

To glimpse the others from deep within

some tall, some fat, some round, some thin

I wonder where their haste takes them

as I peer from deep within my den

Afraid to venture to the other side

where reality exists, you have to live life

such fear strikes through my fragile soul

behind my window growing ever old

A cocooned world of safety and light

hidden from life, hidden from sight

Poetryman

Copyright © 2011 by Mike Sutcliffe