Contributed by Robert Lyons
Staring out at the scene I've seen framed in between the glaring panes
Sunlight shining, pain. Eyes straining in vain, clouded by cover
I want to be in the rays, but fears grip me, I want to play
But ideas cause strain, developing insane whims
It seems so heavy, the blanket smothering me
Gripping my chest, I heave a sigh, to be outside
But I cannot, the pressure builds as I hide
Lashing out, I sputter and moan
Crushed by the utter drone of lone
I can’t take the weight, I’m done
Alone in my home
Gone
