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The Window
Contributed by
enigma
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Tuesday, 20th December 2005 @ 02:26:31 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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The Window
...s---!
...shut the d--- window!
...can't you see it's hurting my eyes!
...the old man winced,
glanced at his little one,
the open window,
his wife,
and again,
his little one...
...feebled and confused,
contorted by thought,
he reaches beyond himself;
with head slowly shaking,
hand trembling,
once again,
a window is closed,
shades drawn tight
against the light.
There is nothing more he can do.
...last seen,
he was shuffling his way
into oblivion...
In darkness,
his little one weeps...
rko
December 19, 2005
Copyright ©
enigma
... [
2005-12-20 14:26:31]
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Re: The Window
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by dalamar on
Tuesday, 20th December 2005 @ 03:58:50 PM AEST
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This one is about life and the window is the old mans life. He sees his life flash before his eyes, his wife and "his little one" might be a son or a daughter. When the window closes he dies and "last see shuffling his way into a oblivon" is his walk to where ever you go after your dead. Please pm me if I am right or wrong.
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Re: The Window
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by lostrelic on
Tuesday, 20th December 2005 @ 04:02:35 PM AEST
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i see time and the eventual fading from society and then death
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