The girl at the window
looks out
she sees nothing...

Her life is nothing -
as empty as the room
behind her

her thoughts reverberate
through the rooms where
pain has visited and
loneliness has overstayed
its welcome

She does not look real...
her life is one-dimensional
her world is flat
and square
within the frame of the window -

the window a gaping mouth
emitting a silent
scream into the
night

YURI DURAAN

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-girl-at-the-window/