The Weeping Window - Poem by Silent Poet
Behind the weeping window, so much is unclear.
Theres darkness outside, but its grim in here.
The window weeps with the cries of distress,
The house echos noises, theres so much unrest.
The wailing winds hide the sounds within,
The screams unheard with the dangers they bring.
A home torn apart, its clear to all that see,
Hidden behind the weeping window, it weeps with me.
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