GLASS WINDOW

GLASS WINDOW

tues July 2

Outside my window, when often I look.

I see so much failure, to many chances took.

I see very little sunshine, and a whole lot of rain.

I see despair and misery, smiling at pain.

I see a forest of hate, raw and true.

I see all the insanity, coming unglued.

I see a river of blood, with a current so swift.

I see a heart ripped out, presented as a gift.

I look out my window, and see a bird in a cage.

I see frustration and anger, even simmering rage.

I see so much, I have learned to despise.

I see murderous intent, staring into my eyes.

When I look out my window, I see the pain of years

and slowly but surely, my eyes fill up with tears.

Because it's not a window at all, it's a mirror, you see?

And all that's in my eyes, staring back at me.

by Ricky Silva, July 2013