The Window Sill
She sits there quaking,
with heartbreak and sorrow,
gazing out the window,
terrified of the prospects of tomorrow.
As the city hurries by her,
she is frozen by emotion,
grasping the bitter poison,
that dulls her internal commotion.
Her eyes are swollen,
surrounded by her red and tired face.
It is truly disturbing that heartbroken love,
can leave such a damaging trace.
As the biting air meets her skin,
it gives her a sense of relief.
It reminds her she is living,
despite wishing for her existence to decease.
Her fragile mind,
causes internal turmoil,
so she sits at the window sill,
and considers what has been spoilt.
© Georgia Alker 2017
Written by Galker
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