The Window

The Window

A poem by Tyler Turner




What once was just meaningless hate

Turned out to be something too great

What once was exaggerated sadness

Turned out to be something of pure madness

My inner demons started to grow

And as I would feed them, it would show

My emotions were affected

Seeming like I was, infected

The people around me were concerned

And as they faced me, my head had turned

Deflect

Neglect

I could not do either

And it looked like neither,

Were the things I could do

To be reborn, anew

With what I had done before,

The opening of the door,

I gained happiness

Something of pure bliss

The room became too full

And now I had to pull

Those damned demons out of me

So they could finally flee

To do this, I needed to find

Something that would not leave me blind

A window to my heart

And now I had to start

I had gone to such a great length

Finally, with all of my strength

The window had given

The demons were driven

Certainly

Out of me

I could finally see after all these years

What had lain beyond that crying boy with tears,

Myself