Out Beyond My Window
If you only do what you’ve always done, you’ll only get what you’ve always got.
Out Beyond My Window belongs to the following groups:
All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical and WMGA cold, hard rain falls
Out beyond my window
Out there where people live
And work
And play
And hope
People who aren’t anything at all
Like me
I’m sure that many of them
Still have dreams
Still believe that one day
Those dreams will come true
But that’s not me
I sit here in my chair
Right next to the front window
So I can look out on my world
Which consists of the street
Three floors down
And another apartment building
Across the way
Sometimes I imagine
That I’m looking out on Las Ramblas
In Barcelona, Spain
With its little flower stalls
Artist’s row
Human statues
Like I said
I have a good imagination
You might as well know
That I drink a little
Well, a lot, actually
I plan to quit
But I never get around to it
So, the truth is
I’m sitting here drinking
And listening to that hard rain
I drink every night
It’s about the only way I can fall asleep
I hate that about myself
And I cry
I cry a lot, if you want to know the truth
Some say I’m emotionally unstable
Mostly…I’m just sad
A raindrop splatters the glass
Begins its descent
Carving a miniature canyon
Through the grime I’d determined to clean
Last week
I never quite got around to that either
Many things have gone undone
Things that have just gotten
Out of hand
Quickly
Like the drinking
It’s a slippery slope, or so “they” say
And once you begin to slide
You don’t stop
Until you hit bottom
I think I’m there
At the bottom, that is
As life goes on
Out beyond my window
deliriousgirl
Excellent eloquent yearning. . .reaching out. . .keepin on. . .hoping?
R.G. Ryan
Hoping? Definitely. And yet, unwilling to do that “one thing” that will really halt the slide.
PJ Ryan
this is really evocative.
R.G. Ryan replied
Thank-you, Nicole. Mission accomplished. :-)