A window is open
Wind travels free
landscape beyond what
The eye can see.

Barren and left
For nature’s destruction,
There’s nothing around
To cause an obstruction

No ocean’s commotion
Not a tree to be seen
The land was just plain
Nothing was green

No love in the air
No life on the ground
No sound anywhere
There was nothing around

The window still open
As the eye peers through
Wondering what,
it has stumbled on to

Strangely this land
Reminded the eye
Of itself in a way
That it could not describe

It encompassed its feelings
as it could now tell so
it set up its home
in its homegrown hell

There's comfort in
What, we find familiar so
We choose to stick by
Things that are similar.

The eye went on living
As all beings do
Never fully seeing
What it could amount to.

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A window is closed
No wind blows at all
There's nothing to see
But one standing wall

The silence now eery
As all stands still
A note lay upon the wall’s
Windowsill.

“I realize now as I draw my final breath
That the life I have lead,
Is similar to death”