A Poem: Captivity Within the Window Frame

Beyond the window frame, a world does lie, In all its splendour, neath a cloudy sky, And there I sit, alone with my despair, Gazing out at all that’s fair.

The trees sway gently in the breeze, As birds flit about with graceful ease, And all around, I see the play, Of light and shadow, night and day.

Yet, in my heart, there lies a weight, A sorrow that I cannot shake, For in this world, I am confined, To view the beauty, but not to find.

No matter where I turn my gaze, No matter how I spend my days, I am but a captive in this space, A prisoner of my own fate.

So, as I sit and watch the view, I wonder what it is I’ll do, To break free from this life of mine, And find a way to live divine.

But till that day, I’ll sit and stare, At all the beauty beyond the square, And dream of a life beyond the frame, Where I can live without shame.


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