The Widow At The Window
As it rained outside the window
There stood a crying widow
With each drop that rained down
Along fell a tear on her black gown
Even with so much sadness in her eyes
And her face stained from silent cries
She was a breathtaking sight to see
Surely no one could deny her beauty
With a quivering hand she wiped her face
And around the room she began to pace
She couldn’t believe she had lost the game
The lawyer had told her “what a shame
He left you nothing, not even a dime”
She had nothing to show for all this wasted time
And to think she had almost felt bad
As she had held that pillow over his head
About “The Widow At The Window”:
I recently reread The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe and that’s what inspired this poem. I am fully aware that this (or probably anything I ever write) will never compare to anything written by Poe but I still wanted to mention where my inspiration came from.
The idea for this poem had been in my mind for a while but I just couldn’t find the right words until last night. I was about to fall asleep when it came to me and I ended up writing a bunch of poems for half the night but I slept in today so it wasn’t too bad. Let me know what you thought of it in the comments below!
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