The Talking Windowglass

I caught myself staring blankly out the window,
“What a dour,” the glass hissingly sneered,
Unawed, unthinking, I shrugged off its crack,
Alas! Once more it hummed:”why’re your eyes sad?”
 

“Quit worrying,” murmured I,
while shivering in the cold.
“It’s no use”,I urged it to let me sulk.
Lament nor yield to gloom:
none of both has helped.

With no one listening,
sounds are futile, so is a yelp.
 

In a nightmare, I saw a moribund woman,
She plunged into a crowd blind of lurking assassins,
I cried. Like mad,I screamed : “Go, run for your life!
Then sunbeams dazzled me, spared her, woke me sweaty,
weary of her plight.

One Reply to “The Talking Windowglass”

  1. ahh.. nightmares like that leaves nervous feeling when I wake up.

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