Why I Am

Please don't be too hard on me, I found this in my old poetry envelope. It was written in 1978, and sounds much better when read, instead of being heard. This is the same for all poetry.

As I sit by the window

The rain hits the sill

I hear noise from downstairs

Why can't they be still?

I'm not able to laugh

I can't even cry

Noises won't leave me alone

All my hopes have been blown

Away with the rest of me

But I've learned sadness can be joyful

That love can hurt most

And loneliness can allow my feelings to coast

On a wave of emotion

Like a bird in the sky

And as I sit by the window

While the noisy world goes by

I suddenly know why I am.