I watched.
I sat in the window
Resting my forehead against the cold glass pane.
And I watched.
The plants.
The trees.
The people.
And so much more.
Plants grew
lived and withered away.
Trees grew
lived and was cut down.
People grew up
lived got children grandchildren and died.
Now if you ask me what I watched
I will say a lot of things
And go on listing what I watched.
But if you asked me what I saw
Through the misty glass pane
I will answer
Life.
For that is what it was.
That is what it is.
That is what it will always be.
And that misty glass pane?
That is eternity.
And endless bottomless void
Of life and dead.
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PoetryI scream till my voice gives out Till my lungs cave in Till my heart beats like a drum Till the blood rushes to my face Till the silence afterwards makes me think I went deaf 'Cause I'm so used to the sound of my own pain I scream until my body stop...
