Agoraphobia

cringing at the cold
gazing at the gates
from out my window,
I love,
I hope,
there is a way to escape.

The mountains peak over yonder,
the children play,
rosy cheeks, snot encrusted smiles
but I think I'll stay inside awhile
The truth's just too bitter
the snow won't warm my pain
So, I'll stay inside where I can cry.

begging the birds
hanging the misltoe,
from my window
I wish,
I hope,
they won't leave because I can't go.

The sun shines like Mama's eyes,
that once fluttered and sparkled
babies cry from their cribs,
soiled garments, furrowed brows,
but I wish they weren't so loud
because the truth's too bitter
their cries won't help mine disappear
So, I think I'll just stay in here