war does not rageoutside thesefragile windowsi lay my headto sleeplulled byprivileged safetyof these fourwalls ofsoothing greenroar of tanksexploding bombsmercifullydistantbellows of rageof defiancewails of griefof terror dying whispersbelongingto other voicesother roomsthis laden night © 2022 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved Photo by Artem Kniaz on Unsplash