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Lonely Windows

Lonely Windows

No-one looks through me now, it’s very sad.

Yet I have seen so much from those who gazed

across this busy street though I am glad

to have been both enlightened and amazed

at all humanity’s undertakings.

 

No-one looks through me now. Dust and grime

have made a cataract of my being,

so that life’s universal keeper, time,

brings closure to the chapters of my seeing

all of humanity’s undertakings.

 

No-one looks through me now. I have heard

voices in the walls, whispers round this room.

Demolition, development; these words

seal my lonely fate. This shall be my tomb,

a cold sepulchre to my unmaking.

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jennifer Malden

Wed 14th Jul 2021 16:41

Really good, and a very original topic. Great writing. ' have made a cataract of my being'.

Jennifer

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Stephen Gospage

Wed 14th Jul 2021 16:31

I enjoyed this very much. Thank you.

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