in a window
of a soul
sits a naked cry
cracked
as unbaked dough
wracked
with thought to die

by a window
of a soul
that is buried
in dark hole
sits an angel
waiting by
waiting for
a wordless cry

through black window
no-one peers
not one
of the passers-by
no-one heeds
no-one needs
to listen to
a soundless cry

in the window
of the soul
whispers angel
to console
"your cry
means I am near,
your sigh
means do not fear".

through the window
of the soul,
midst the darkness
black as coal,
under crust
of ruthless world,
through mistrust
is faith unfurled,
hope is born
in wordless cry,
as heart torn
lets out a sigh.