Saturday, February 8, 2014


My secret window stands without a wall.
It shows me the only world I know, 
The only world I've barely discovered. 

Blue bird whisper to me softly,
A new story or three everyday. 
Old women are mocked endlessly, 
I'm a scapegoat in my teens
Because I learned what you taught me. 

Secret window, where's your wall? 
The curtains only move to reveal all I know,
The same that I've barely even discovered.

A world of people hurt, and hurt for pleasure. 
A world of chain smokers
And naysayers
And lives
I don't know how to save.

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