Tinted windows, darkened room
her eyes peep through the narrow curtains torn in gloom
Lost, she takes comfort in the shadows
She remains hidden, living in the dark.
Colours shy away from the numbness,
Dust becoming one with the sorrow
she sees no hope in the warm sun, and games
she watches the world in black, white and red.
Explosions remembered in the night; skies turning to fire
her monsters scream; she has no peace
Her wounds are still raw; her scars too deep
she is incomplete in her life; in her sleep
her tender smile lost in the sight of toys
she is trapped within the walls; she cannot run
framed in two wooden poles, she looks away from the world,
as she hops across the room away from the light.
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