Cold and stark my world of darkness
Broken by the patter of my falling tears
Through broken glass I have crawled
Painful splinters a reminder of my prison
Half in half out escape so near yet so far
A tap tap reminds me of the urgency
Ignoring the tears I pull my way free
Falling from a wall less window frame
To a dusty rubbish encrusted floor
Looking around I have no idea where I am
But anything is better then the place I was
But why is the distant tapping getting closer
I get up and run through the only open door
And straight into her that stole me from life
The old crone and her bleeding cane
My circle of insanity is now complete
My mind is a window with no walls
And the crone is me.


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