There's a window in my room
Just one
The others remain closed
Dad fears I'll invite a doppelganger
So I take advantage
Of the only open acoustic
I see half a house,
The grey skies and
Some cables forming lies on television.
The window pane looks at me
With a heart of doubt
What's wrong with the girl?
Perhaps innocence died in silence
I only want to write
Whatever feels right or wrong
But dad says I'll invite a doppelganger
So I stay caged here
A half winged bird
Lonesome
Unable to fly out
Since the inspiration lies in prison.
I keep looking outside
At the half house
Grey skies and cables
And find something wretched
Something precious
And then lonely
Again wholesome
But broken in strands
A rope in hand
For my mirror face
To hang from the ceiling
Just to sit outside the door
And wonder,
What of the night?
-urmi
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Window Acoustic
Poezie'Window Acoustic' is a treble and bass of my thoughts. In this collection, one may find poetry born out of light and dark seeking to avoid reality or facing its vice.
