Trapped inside through a window I gaze,

Hard to see outside through the thick, foggy haze.

Shadows of darkness, clouds pierce the sky,

A bridge, a gap, a charcoal heart in ruins lies.

If the room I chance to escape would the bridge be alive?

The gap wide, the abyss deep, could I jump, stretch, survive?

Oh, beat the charcoal heart, the blackness taken its toll,

To lighten a smile, eyes that see, give the heart a soul.

A captive. Emotions. My eyes cannot see what is there,

Jump. Just jump. Let the rainbow of tears take you there.

Where? Where do I go to relieve my aching sorrow?

Retreat. My mind shelters into its own until tomorrow.

© Cynthia Clark