I locked myself away
Inside a room that had no windows,
Where the sunlight never reached
And each morning like the night.
Inside that room I prayed
That peace would return
Unto the world I no longer knew.
And there I felt safe.
Safe from the terror that existed outside,
And I could not see the war
That raged throughout the lands.
Nor could I look upon those once verdant hills
That I'd loved with all my heart,
But now lay stained by the blood of the fallen souls
Who had given their lives for no reason.
And so within that room I remained.
Waiting...
For the sound of gunfire to cease,
Waiting...
For the fear to subside,
Waiting...
For the winds of change
To blow away the dark, evil cloud
That had descended,
Spreading hatred wherever it did go.
As I stared at the stark, bare walls that surrounded me,
I dreamed of the day
When the birds would sing again
And the world would be at peace once more.
ANDREW BLAKEMORE
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-room-with-no-windows/
