Sonne 13

March 7, 2012
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Everyday I sit and stare out the frame
the emptiness beings to take control
filling the room with agonizing shame
the cowards below, starting to patrol
continuously looking up at me
seeing me hide behind the window pane
pretending to not care as I sip tea
my clueless fake smile seems to be a stain
almost daily I try to become new
always hiding alone tucked up away
the creatures roaming below have no clue
wanting to dump it all like an ashtray
letting go of the pain ad the sorrow
it will just start a new day tomorrow

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