Tristan Robert Lange
The Window
I see a window,
It\'s blackened and dull.
It sits in the middle of nowhere,
A symbol, all on its own.
A rock...a rock flies
Through the thickened air.
And no sound is heard
As it shatters the window.
Glass, shrapnel darting towards me,
As I look with total dismay.
Pain, I definitely feel as
I\'m pierced with the glass.
Blackness, I can feel the blackness,
As it floats towards me,
In the dense, thickened air.
And it\'s entering me.
Nothing, I see nothing,
As I\'m drawn to death.
A total rush of macabre
That I can\'t resist.
Awake, I\'m now awake,
As beads of sweat roll of my face.
It was just another nightmare,
Nothing more than what I\'m used to.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
Originally published on tristanrobertlange.com, August 28, 2025.
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