the sketch below is charcoaled in ....
Inside a window, embers glow
A heart beats to the rhythm tears
Trapped and caged a lioness dies
From voices that she failed to hear
Back and forth she'll pace the floor
Awaits that moment etched in fate
To dread this silent cage she'll roar
Drowning out that one mistake
A key that locked the open doors
That led to paths her life will take.
Oh! Could there be something more?
Could she'd 've been someone great?
Look at her and listen close,
To eyes who stare through graying curls
And you will see how free she danced
When she was but a little girl.