Written by: petra mallett

4 walls, 3 windows, 1 door, and 2 locks: what for?
When evil remains unleashed 
And penetrates even the most solid of barriers.

Is there no salvation?

Is there no reprieve from the ugliness of
An angry soul lashing out against invisible foes
Manifested on the innocent?

Windows decorated with bars.
And peering through their coldness mournful eyes stare
~ veiled with the caution of soiled hope ~
Searching for sanctuary:

Knowing we've come too far.....