Through My Windows
Looking into my windows,
Reveal charred sanctuaries.
Caught up in my willows,
You’ll never escape my trees.
Innocence I lack
Shows in my tire.
I looked back,
I was on fire.
Fingers grow stiff,
Shedding emotions.
While a frigid riff
Invokes new potions.
I'm in pain
And can't move.
I'm in vain;
That I can prove.
Copyright © Lennon Hammett | Year Posted 2022
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