The Cry from the Blue Room

I have heard your story, and I can’t imagine your pain.
Taken from life at too young an age.
What keeps you in this place of your bane?

The attempt to help you was only in vain.
That room is your prison, an indestructible cage.
I have heard your story, and I can’t imagine your pain.

The faint sobs were once thought as the imagination of our brains,
But your presence is now familiar and no longer strange.
What keeps you in this place of your bane?

Your absence surely caused emotional drain;
Sorrow engendered from your unthinkable suffrage.
I have heard your story, and I can’t imagine your pain.

Loved ones remain close by, still feeling the pull of your chain.
There is no denying you parents rage.
What keeps you in this place of your bane?

You were stolen with the quickness of a passing train,
But have persevered with wondrous courage.
I have heard your story, and I can’t imagine your pain
What keeps you in this place of your bane?