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"Window"
by
Johanna Albee
I sit here looking out the window of my life,
Pondering what lies beyond the ancient architecture of my past.
Where quiet streets are illuminated by a faint light called my future,
Wondering where it will ultimately lead me to.
I walk in a dazed dream-like state,
The drive in me wilted by the current blow to my ego
Known as "laid-off".
Time becomes the clicking of slow moving hands on a dusty clock
Used before to gauge my level of stress.
Now it ticks slowly, loudly reminding me of the minutes that were once
Filled with the rushed agenda's and never-ending tasks leaving me desperate for
peace.
Sweet irony of Peace.
I have found you, but now you are my curse......
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