Poem

by me today
LOST

This old room has grown cold,
   -dark. Except for the occasional,
shimmer that dances in through
    the foggy window pane.
But then the clouds stroll by,
    and restors the room once again.
Dark, rustic wood covers the walls,
   -the floor. Which is layred in
dust; cobwebs connect the old chair<br>
   to the room, even the spiders have scurrid away.
yet I, like the chair, am connected
    to this place. Why I don’t leave, I cannot say.
Muffled laughter carresses my ears,
   -eyes drift to the window, for
the first time, in a long time, I see a
  young girl. Swaying, twirling; hair brightly
shimmers in the sun. Innocent and unaware
  of me on this side of the flass. Sitting, watching, quietly.
Perhaps she too is drawn to this old
   -shack; an unavoidable fate danced
her here. For then she sensed me. The room
   grew quieter still; as she pressed her hands,
and nose to the hazy glass. Pearing intently,
  searching for me within. I didn’t understand.
The air grew thick –I couldn’t
   -breath. But to the window I went.
Her blurry face was so young and pale.
    I too pressed my old wrinkled face
to the pane. In her eyes I looked so
   deeply for corruption…there wasn’t a trace.
What I saw instead was beauty,
   -laughter. Her memories; pure,
good, and untainted. Only love is what
   she has known. She peered into my eyes,
I tried to show her the world as it
  would come to her. Dissapointment, sadness and lies.
Her naivety disbelieved me, for she
   -couldn’t concieve of a futer uncertain
of dreams and passions. Instead she saw
   a monster inside. From her pretty eyes; tears,
flowed heavally down the window. Washing away
   the dirt and grime, longing to escape he fears.
But my gaze held her there. She couldn’t
   -move. I longed to be inside her sweet
murky depths. To be on the other side of
  the glass. The pain of this deserted room I couldn’t bare to see.
I closed my eyes to escape the unfairness. When
   they opened again; Those eyes, that soul. The girl in the window was me.