She cried out in her sleep and awoke in the early hours of night
Frantically breathing and flaying her arms, she hurriedly flicks on the light
What was it in the shadows that reduced her to such a crazed fright?
Checking if everything is in order, yet it all remains a familiar sight
Hey eyes scan the room with frantic intensity, assuring herself all is right
Confusion consumes her; she gets up slowly to close the window
Yet the cool breeze comforts her soft warm skin, but what does she know?
Her long slender finger anxiously tapping the cold window pane repeatedly
Gazing out at the black sky which remains eternally silent, anguished cries fill her head
Wondering and hoping for someone to finally put this silence to an end
The dead souls circle around her, restlessly seeking solace from everlasting dread
Its here she stands every night, going over in her mind her deepest fears
Its here she stands every night, her eyes forever drowning within her tears
The hours waste away, but she is oblivious to time as the new day will eventually come
This window pane is the only comfort, for there is no one to turn to and nowhere to run
Her demons slowly descend out into the fading night, but nothing masks the self pity and pain
It was right here in this room, her being vanished and brought with it feelings of shame.
I’ll leave this for you the reader to intepret in your own way.