windows blues

there is a dull fierce roar

pounding inside my eardrums

screams of fear

I hope is not my own

 

she sits inside of me

my own small little girl

those big eyes

and once cute curls

 

whimpering throughout the night

bringing with her

a thundering heart

into my empty room

 

she is lost

cries out for a light

or a guiding hand

but receives nothing in return