Stained

Breanna Allor

And so I wander

Cold and alone

Looking at my future

Through a window of frosted glass

Fingertips reaching toward the latch

But pulled back suddenly as if in shock

Heart thumping

Mind screaming not to look

For what do we see when we open the window to the future?

A dark room

A single bed

Tired, weak

And ever alone

For it is I, and only I

Who walks this path of nothingness.