Hands pressed against grey glass
Tinted by cloud coverage and streaked with rain reflected her dismay
She remained restrained by her sorrow apart from the world
Reaching but unwilling to open and gain
She waned and lessened
Her mouth curved sullen and streaming with colorful frailty
A scream was merely a whisper beyond what her narrowed view could see
That glass that so easily could be smashed
Held her under guilt filled illusion that it would be an intrusion