The Window

A Poem by Joshua L Stelling

There is a glass wall in my prison

Through which the sunlight comes

Red and blonde

Blushing sky

Do anything you will to me

Torture me


And I will have but one reply

Thank you for the window

I don’t speak to my captors

They are not alive

They have no ears

They have no eyes

I speak only to the sky

I see only this window

Though my body is encaged

My love a parting dream

And the world a child’s toy

I fly

With the bauble of the sun my soul will rise

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