The shutters won’t shut

The blinds won’t budge

The curtains are cut

The screen is stuck

The shade is sheer

The glass is gone

The window is open

I can see right out

I can try not to look

But the wind blows through

The smell of the trees

And the earth is strong

And the rain will come in

It will flood from my eyes

And somehow I will

Realize

That you also look in

Paralyzed