This is one of the first poems I had ever written, and most people didn't understand it. Tell me what you think, and your interpretation of it: A Room with No Windows You hold us in your protective arms, Father, Shelter us in a room with no windows. It’s been so difficult to trust you lately. I’ve heard whispers of treachery From some of my brothers, And whispers of trust from the rest. I hear screams from outside of Our room with no windows. You try to cover the blood on your hands So we will not see… I remember on that bleak September day That a stranger came When our room had a single window He was insane, distraught, He hurt some of my brothers. You saved us, Father, but for a price. You boarded up our last window. The screaming became louder, The blood on your hands increased. You could hide it no longer So you spun a few lies You said the blood was evil, But why, then, do I hear screaming children Outside our room with no windows. I’m afraid, father. I’m afraid of the screams. But, mostly, I’m afraid of you.
