Shrouded Hands Poem by Shade of Dawn

Shrouded hands,
Pressed against the glass,
The other side,
The other side;
Of depraved mind,
Trying to get out.

Trapped,
Seeing the world,
Through the passengers eyes,
View slowly disturbed,
By degrading mind,
Shrouded hands,
Pressed against the glass,
The other side,
The other side;
Shrouded hands,
It's all they see,
While inside;
The mind screams;
Please someone,
Break the glass.

Memorial poem from my old painting. From the years of my depression.

10.5.2020
SoD