She Sits Poem by Paul Warren

She sits and stares out the window
Not saying a word as the world continues the show
What she sees I do not know
No reaction on her face that shows

There are no visitors to pass the time
The only words are from the staff so kind
And what does each day matter
When they dissipate and are scattered

What memories are locked inside
That are not recalled and are left to slide
And she sits and stares at a world
That doesn't care awaiting for the last moment held.

© Paul Warren Poetry