In a dark room
with spotted lights
hangs a spirit
of remembrance
with a small smile
and haunted eyes.

On a gloomy day
with a clouded sky,
a girl listens quietly
to the breeze.

As her hair flies
and her tears dry,
a baby is left
screaming alone.

The world bellows in
agony.
Every corner possesses
a secret tragedy
that won't be brought
into the spotted light.

(Not sure when this poem was written or how I feel about it.  My guess is in some high school class, based on the paper.)