Window

Window
by me(whatever)
-had to write for English class, relating to Mrs. Macbeth (ugh). 

Is it in sleep these dreams collide through pasts,
mistakes we realize neither could take back
where the sight through this window slightly casts
memories where we turned ivory black.
Another broken thought takes it's hold tight,
fighting away from the steps we stand on;
wandering within the long, deathly night
a somber choir of lost voices speak songs
echoing in my unhearable mind
telling of the futility of 'joy',
that which was taken of our hands to bind,
an unfit future where we then destroy
any shred of white left upon our hearts
as we slowly begin to drift apart.