POETRY OF PAIN


date: 09.27.94
age: 14
grade: 09
rank: 05
My Window

As I'm looking through my window,
on the second story floor,
I can see so many things,
that I cherish and adore.

I see birds chirping joyously,
trees swaying in the breeze.
I see fluffy little, cotton clouds,
and buzzing bumble-bees.

I see sparkling, clear water,
and a beautiful blue sky.
I see a luscious lawn of green grass,
and people passing by.

When I looked through my window,
a dream appeared to me.
But now I have awakened.
To what I really see.

I see birds, hiding from poachers,
trees falling to make new space.
The fluffy clouds have vanished,
the bees now fear this place.

I see murky, polluted water,
and a smoggy, yellow sky.
I see grass killed by toxic waste,
the people will surely die.

I take one last look through my window.
I know what must be done.
We have to stop abusing Earth,
and keep this planet one.

Copyright © 1994   Paul J Grzymkowski