By McCoy Heaton, TIWP Student
I am the broad window in the corner of the dark room,
thick with black it would be, without me.
I let silvery light in through my thin pane,
keeping the room out of the black.
I am looked at by others with distaste,
as the white paint on my frame chips away.
I am alone in this dark room.
The only sounds I hear are the floorboards creaking from upstairs.
If I were to go, the room would be as dark as night
and never again would I be taken for granted.