The Window

By McCoy Heaton, TIWP Student

I am the broad window in the corner of the dark room,
thick with black it would be, without me.

I let silvery light in through my thin pane,
keeping the room out of the black.

I am looked at by others with distaste,
as the white paint on my frame chips away.

I am alone in this dark room.
The only sounds I hear are the floorboards creaking from upstairs.

If I were to go, the room would be as dark as night
and never again would I be taken for granted.

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