Monday, February 27, 2006

Window Pain

Window Pain

When the death wish taps upon my window
I recall the tapping forty years ago
When small, I looked up to the starry sky
And wished, no, not that I could die,
but, rather, even more forlorn,
that I would never have been born.
It's hard to argue with the window pain,
But I'll resist: it taps more loss than gain.

Copyright © 1994 by Al Johnson

Writing the Wrongs / Righting the Wrongs poetry book


Blogger Yesterdays_ashes said...

This is so haunting sad, but I can relate to each word you have written. Let that little boy know that he is safe now. No one will hurt him like that again.

Thank you for the visit to my blog and for adding me to yours. If it is alright with you, I would also like to all you to mine. Also, thank you for your kind words and support.

Take gentle care,


7:41 PM  
Anonymous Al Johnson said...

Tina, thank you for your kind words. I helps me to know other can relate to my feelings. I kept them to myself for far too many years. Of course, when I was a child, it was not safe to share them.

Yes, please do feel free to add my blog to yours.

One day at a time,

11:03 AM  

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