Window

I am surrounded by darkness 

In every little corner 

Of my dark dark room 

There is no escape 

Except for a pinnacle of hope 

For there is a small stream of light 

From the outside 

That lights up my dark dark room 

It beckons for me to come closer 

I reach out my hand 

Extending it toward the light 

Only to be stopped 

By the glass barrier 

Of the window