Through a black window
you struggle to see
the monster
gripping
and tearing
into me

help me
I'm hurting
I want to be free
the chains that i have
are attached to a broken piece
of me


stranded.


Through the black window
your mother lays rest
tending to flowers
and mending your dress.

she fails to see you crying there,
defending yourself
silently struggling
clearly shaking
screaming
pleading
needing


her.


He painted the window black
what a despicable deed.