Window

window

Looking out the window of your room

feeling detached and alone,

controlled and manipulated,

in this, your prison cell

white-washed and sterile room

can you feel my presence?

I am everywhere

in the sky,

in the moon,

and in your heart,

right beside you

2017-01-10

 

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