Dirty Window

I look at my life like a window
Upon the glass I am a smudge
A smudge that does not wipe clean
It only streaks and smears
Hazed over so nothing can be seen
Nothing has been seen for years
Never does sunlight shine through
Nor does the moons illumination
I can't look out at all to see you
Or know if you're trying to look in



Poetry by Steven Sabula
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Written on 2006-11-03 at 07:32

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