Open Windows
January 31st, 2006Do poems have to rhyme?
Open windows
They leave you vulnerable.
Vulnerable to the cold chill,
And the blazing heat.
Leave you guarded against intruders.
Suspicious of those outside
Because you fear their intentions.
Fear of what is unknown.
These memories,
Like violent seas,
They toss your soul.
They never cease
Your hearts worn thin,
Because of sin.
You can’t go back.
So where to begin?
These open windows,
Like broken promises
And unanswered questions
Chill your heart
And burn your soul,
Leaving you untrusting.
Fearful of others intentions.
Fear of the unknown.
These open windows to your mind.