Poem: My House Without Windows

Published 2:32 am Thursday, December 17, 2015

My House Without Windows

By Dave Thompson, Kenai

From my house without windows

On the river of denial

I see those far-off places

Those enchanted tropic isles

My mind takes me places

I would otherwise have missed

But in my house without windows

I’m afraid and defenseless

I shut my door and bolt it tight

Scared of what might be

Locked in thoughts of all unknown

In my house of security

I tremble in my room at night

I hear the creaks and groans

In my house without windows

Trapped inside and all alone

I know that you’ll be coming

In the morrow afternoon

I’ll crack my door and take a peek

I know you’ll be here soon

Oh well its just another day

Of anxious quietness

In my house without windows

All alone with no regrets

I’ll often shed a little tear

As I reminisce my family tree

In my house without windows

Where I’m safe but never free