  The presence of her other self Filled the lonely cell Making her feel contentment A sense that all is well It cam to her when she needed it most When things seem too much to bear That feeling that 'nothing's right' And when 'no one cares' Looking out across the twilight sky Dull orange through her window Flame- singed edges frame her face As life paces slowly on below Spying a bird fleeing the lawn Flying off into a brand new day As the bi- coloured tom spate it's distaste And went on it's stealthy way Suddenly the view begins to cloud As tears crept into her eyes Followed by the inner torment That smiles can't always disguise It shattered her piecemeal happiness Shards turning into a torrid gloom So our maiden climbs the frame,  Jumps -  Flying at last -  To her uneventful doom Marla Jane 24th October 1986 
