The windows
	Of my soul
	Are dingy now—
	And I
	Can't seem to find
	A way
	To clean them.
	The dirt
	And grime
	Of Life
	The solvent
	Of my thoughts,
	The cleanser
	Of my heart.
	My words
	Only smear
	The gloom
	But cannot erase

12/23/06 (Incomplete)

© Fred O'Bryant. All rights reserved.

Previous Poem Return to poem list. Next Poem