A Window's Pain
I look beyond a window's pain
A fragment of glass, with tears that stain
My life of sorrow brings out a fire
To write of things, that to me inspire.
My thoughts are put into a poem
Giving my words, a voice of their own
Printed on paper, is the pain that I leave
Releasing myself, of all that I grieve.
Hidden in all my pain is my heart
Under all my hate is a path
That is the path I shall take
In to the deep and dark I will seek
A place not recommended for the meek....