A tinted window
Covers of shade,
Used to cover blame,
Hiding sorrow,
In a closet filled with living bones,
Skeletons that play horror,
Breathing,
Gasping,
Whispering,
“You’re captured”
From watching to becoming,
A script played out in-mind,
Comes to-reality,
No happy ending on this cast away paper,
An author that got caught by his own horror,
Escape, became slavery,
Now chain marks left,
A compliment so bed written,
Slept and made love with loneliness & sorrow,
Tied to a greater power,
A tinted window
Judge-mental of the outer world,
offering no in-look
To you.
© Tway24k