One, two, buckle my shoe;
Three, four and shut the door.
Behind closed doors alone
can’t handle any more.

The silent crying of
a child begging in pain.
Watching the world outside
from his room’s windowpane,

imagining that he’s
running on the green grass.
He’s always tormented
behind the moistured glass.

“So sorry mama, that
today didn’t obey.
Instead of staying quiet
I wanted fun and play.”

Will someone outside hear
his fearful, woeful screams?
His window be opened
so he’ll make real his dreams.

⟵ Lura