Out of the Window

Out of the Window

There are endings.
Then there are

Thirty days of silence
Fall from the window 
Of my throat in a 
Shroud of linen so soiled
Not even
Can cleanse it.

Thirty years of silence
Stretch from the ledge
Of my heart in a 
Frozen sea so vast
Not even 
Can forge it.

I am come awake now, 
Awash in 
A black-eye bruise 
Where once there was
So much laughter.

It is the
And soon all will be
The not quite white
Of winter.

©sdrogers 14 october 2014

2 thoughts on “Out of the Window

  1. This is amazing, so raw and moving.

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