A Tattered Window

It's like staring into the unknown. You're looking into something that has so many secrets, so many dark secrets. Yet someone may be standing on the other side, in desperation, hiding in fear. Can you imagine yourself on the inside? Too afraid to go out. Too afraid to step out into the light and see what you've been missing. Imagine peaking through the holes, letting your mind run wild of ideas of what's outside. But still, you're stuck, with no where to go. It's just a run down, torn apart, closed up window with tattered shades closing out nearly all the light. All you see is from the outside, is what appears to be something so forgotten, so lost to the rest of the world, and with all the mysteries and stories and lives that live inside the window, inside the walls. Let your mind think of all the sadness that's sat inside that window. All the hope that may have been brought out from that window and all the dreams that grew through that window. People have shed many tears from behind the wooden covering. People have wished for a way out. Children have imagined a life outside the slanted, flat panels that bare such a tiny amount of sunshine. Yet here you are, staring at the outside of the barren wall, peeking through the bars that kept them in. The fallen apart plaster you see broken away from its original set. Wondering how such a darkened world could have existed in such a place; a place that seems so simple. The memories of those inside, those will that will live forever, and not even cast a shadow on the wall.