I sit by the open window. <br />Air flows, yet not so simple. <br />Days of old seem like forgotten lore. <br />Maybe only, if I open the door. <br />Rushing past me like a ball. <br />More poison air than before. <br />Helpless I am to such a plight. <br />Dulled vision, to my mortal sight. <br /> <br />from my book: DREAMS <br /> <br />JESUS SAVES<br /><br />JOE POEWHIT<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poison-world/
