By Caroline Woods   cbwoods@zoo.uvm.edu
Date: 4 March 1998

Ghost in my Window

Like a ghost in my window
I silently watch.
As the wrold keeps on turning
Even though I have stopped.
I sit here confined
While you play all your games.
Just a tormented bystandard
Not able to join.
Your laughter infiltrates
My prison that is life.
You wouldn't even notice 
My figure in the window.
Sitting in the very same chair-
As yesterday
And the day before
And the day before that...
Not able to move, 
Not able to live.
One moment of risk
A lifetime to pay.